was a consuming animal. As for Daphne . . . he opened at random on the words: 'His lordship then did as desired and disclosed a tableau of considerable strength and variety.' Midmore reflected: 'And I used to think . . . But she wasn't . . . We were all babblers and skirters together ... I didn't babble much—thank goodness—but I skirted.' He turned the pages backward for more Sortes Surteesianae, and read: 'When at length they rose to go to bed it struck each man as he followed his neighbour upstairs, that the man before him walked very crookedly.' He laughed aloud at the fire.
'What about to-morrow?' Rhoda asked, entering with garments over her shoulder. 'It's never stopped raining since you left. You'll be plastered out of sight an' all in five minutes. You'd better wear your next best, 'adn't you? I'm afraid they've shrank. 'Adn't you best try 'em on?'
'Here?' said Midmore.
''Suit yourself. I bathed you when you wasn't larger than a leg o' lamb,' said the ex-ladies'-maid.
'Rhoda, one of these days I shall get a valet, and a married butler.'
'There's many a true word spoke in jest. But nobody's huntin' to-morrow.'
'Why? Have they cancelled the meet?'
'They say it only means slipping and overreaching in the mud, and they all 'ad enough of that to-day. Charlie told me so just now.'
'Oh!' It seemed that the word of Mr. Sperrit's confidential clerk had weight.
