After exacting particular attention to his commands, my father quitted Mrs.Waddy, and we mounted the carriage, laughing at her deplorable eyes and prim lips, which he imitated for my amusement.

'A load is off my head,' he remarked.

He asked me if splendour did not fatigue me also.

I caught the answer from his face and replied that it did, and that I should like to go right on to Dipwell 'The Burgundy sleeps safe there,' said my father, and thought over it.

We had an extraordinary day.