18/40 I'm expecting a gentleman to lunch whom you'll like to meet--Mr.Breakspeare, the editor of our Liberal paper. Ah, here he comes." A servant had just opened the hall door, and there entered a slight man in a long, heavy overcoat. "It's work, work, I assure you, that forbids me the honour and the delight of waiting upon you, except at very rare intervals. We have an uphill fight, you know." "Pull your coat off," the hostess interrupted, "and let us have something to eat. I'm as hungry as a hunter, whatever _you_ may be. |