But I am sure you would find him a very pleasant acquaintance." Lashmar occasionally had a fine discretion.

He knew when to cheek the flood of his eloquence: a glance at this face and that, and he said within himself: _Sat prata biberunt_.

Soon after this, Lady Ogram rose, and led the company into her verdurous drawing-room.

She was beginning to show signs of fatigue; seated in her throne-like chair, she let her head lie back, and was silent.

Constance Bride, ever tactful, began to take a more prominent part in the conversation, and Breakspeare was delighted to talk with her about ordinary things.