It was clever of you to find your way by the moonbeams.' 'That's about the one thing I seem fit for!' 'But what delusion is this, in the mind of a man succeeding in everything he does!' cried Diana, curious despite her wariness.

'Is there to be the revelation of a hairshirt ultimately ?--a Journal of Confessions?
You succeeded in everything you aimed at, and broke your heart over one chance miss ?' 'My heart is not of the stuff to break,' he said, and laughed off her fortuitous thrust straight into it.

'Another cup, yes.

I came...' 'By night,' said she, 'and cleverly found your way, and dined at The Three Ravens, and walked to The Crossways, and met no ghosts.' 'On the contrary--or at least I saw a couple.' 'Tell me of them; we breed them here.

We sell them periodically to the newspapers!' 'Well, I started them in their natal locality.