"Well, it does seem as if one hadn't a mind or a will of one's own," she said. "Look here!—if he comes to breakfast with some new scheme, or plan, or mad notion, what are you going to do—yourself?"
I gave her a purposely steady look.
"Fall in with it," I answered.
"You are!" she exclaimed. "Why?"
"Nothing else to do," I replied.
She regarded me steadily for a while.
"I hope he hasn't hypnotised us," she said. "Seems to me he's only got to lift a finger and we walk after him like lambs!"
"Rather amusing, though, after all," I observed. "Adds variety to life. He may have something quite exciting in store for us to-day."
"Oh, well," she said. "If you like to be led about like a performing bear—however, here he is!"
Parslewe and breakfast came together. He had evidently been down to the bookstall to buy a financial paper, and he sat, grim and fixed of expression, as he ate and drank, and read figures and statistics. It was not until he had made an end of his food that he be-
