Twilight View of the Man OUR nice dinner had long since come to an end.

We had chattered, chattered, chattered--as usual with women--all about ourselves.

The day had declined; the setting sun was pouring its last red luster into our pretty sitting-room--when Lucilla started as if she had suddenly remembered something, and rang the bell.
Zillah came in.

"The bottle from the chemist's," said Lucilla.

"I ought to have remembered it hours ago." "Are you going to take it to Susan yourself, my dear ?" I was glad to hear the old nurse address her young lady in that familiar way.