street between flashes to the pond on the green. Mr. Lingnam, scarcely visible through the sheeting downpour, trotted round the edge. He bore himself nobly, and lied at the mere sight of me.
'Isn't this wet?' he cried. 'It has drenched me to the skin. I shall need a change.'
'Come along,' I said. 'I don't know what you'll get, but you deserve more.'
Penfentenyou, dry, fed, and in command, let us in. 'You,' he whispered to me, 'are to wait in the scullery. Mrs. Bellamy didn't like the way you talked about her bees. Hsh! Hsh! She's a kind-hearted lady. She's a widow, Lingnam, but she's kept his clothes, and as soon as you've paid for the damage she'll rent you a suit. I've arranged it all!'
'Then tell him he mustn't undress in my hall,' said a voice from the stair-head.
'Tell her' Lingnam began.
'Come and look at the pretty suit I've chosen,' Penfentenyou cooed, as one cajoling a maniac.
I staggered out-of-doors again, and fell into the car, whose ever-running machinery masked my yelps and hiccups. When I raised my forehead from the wheel, I saw that traffic through the village had been resumed, after, as my watch showed, one and one-half hour's suspension. There were two limousines, one landau, one doctor's car, three touring-cars, one patent steam-laundry van, three tricars, one traction-engine, some motor-cycles, one with a side-car, and one brewery lorry. It was the allegory of my own imperturbable country, delayed for a short time by unforeseen
