She flounced from him, holding her arms up to the lady.

Landlord, landlady, and hostler besought the lady to stay for the fixing of a ladder.

Carinthia stepped, leaped, and entered the inn, Fleetwood remarking: 'We are very independent, Chummy Potts.' 'Cordy bally, by Jove!' Potts cried.

But the moment after this disengaged ejaculation, he was taken with a bewilderment.

'At the Opera ?' he questioned of his perplexity.
'No, sir, not at the Opera,' Fleetwood rejoined.