The eyebrows of the latter shot up in a lively arch.

He made a motion toward the ceremony of 'shake-hands;' but, perceiving no correspondent overture, grinned, "It is warm--ha ?" "You feel the heat?
Step outside a minute," said Wilfrid.
"Oh, no!" Mr.Pericles looked pleasantly sagacious.

"Ze draught--a cold." "Will you come ?" pursued Wilfrid.
"Many sanks!" Wilfrid's hand was rising.

At this juncture his brother officer slipped out some languid words in his ear, indicative of his astonishment that he should be championing a termagant, and horror at the idea of such a thing being publicly imagined, tamed Wilfrid quickly.

He recovered himself with his usual cleverness.