Last night at the opera we had a fine example of presence of mind, when a lady burst into flames on the stage.

That spirited South African prima donna, the Transvaal, is in flames.

I wonder if she really will be saved, and who will save her, and--" A light, like the sun, broke over the gloomy and rather haggard face of Rudyard Byng, and humour shot up into his eyes.

He gave a low, generous laugh, as he said with a twinkle: "And whether he does it at some expense to himself--with his own overcoat, or with some one else's cloak.

Is that what you want to say ?" All at once the personal element, so powerful in most of us--even in moments when interests are in existence so great that they should obliterate all others--came to the surface.