TROUBLE BREWING The maitre d'hotel had presented his bill.

The little luncheon party was almost over.
"So I take leave," Hunterleys remarked, as he sat down his empty liqueur glass, "of one of my responsibilities in life." "I think I'd like to remain a sort of half ward, please," Felicia objected, "in case David doesn't treat me properly." "If he doesn't," Hunterleys declared, "he will have me to answer to.
Seriously, I think you young people are very wise and very foolish and very much to be envied.

What does Sidney say about it ?" Felicia made a little grimace.

She glanced around but the tables near them were unoccupied.
"Sidney is much too engrossed in his mysterious work to concern himself very much about anything," she replied.

"Do you know that he has been out all night two nights this week already, and he is making no end of preparations for to-day ?" Hunterleys nodded.
"I know that he is very busy just now," he assented gravely.