have just received from Mr. Bisham Dunkle the manuscript of his new novel, 'Edgar and Lilian.' All they need say about it is that it is better, if possible, than 'Trixie.' The first edition of a hundred and forty-five thousand will be published at the earliest possible moment."
Dunkle and Chloë dined that evening at the Vicarage. After dinner the Archdeacon, passing the port, said:
"Well, Bisham, I see that the new novel is in the hands of the publishers. So I'll be glad if you'll let me have my original manuscript back to-morrow. I must confess that I have a sort of sentimental attachment to that manuscript. I want to feel that after my death it may be treasured by my descendants, unless, of course, I decide to bequeath it to the Library of the British Museum."
"My goodness, Archdeacon!" said
