Eighty-five in our office at noon--eighty-five! Fellows are discarding waistcoats and wearing what they call a cummerbund--silk sash round the waist.

I think I must follow the fashion.

How should I look, do you think ?' 'You don't really mind that we lose the money ?' Emmeline asked presently.
'Pooh! We shall do well enough .-- Who's that ?' Someone was entering the garden by the side path.

And in a moment there remained no doubt who the person was.

Louise came forward, her head bent, her features eloquent of fatigue and distress.
'Mrs.Mumford--I couldn't--without asking you to forgive me--' Her voice broke with a sob.