He was interviewed as to his opinion on everything from vegetarianism to woman's suffrage; and his preferences as to pies and pastimes were given headline prominence.

There was no doubt of it.

Mr.M.J.Arkwright was a star.
All Arkwright's old friends, including Billy, Bertram, Cyril, Marie, Calderwell, Alice Greggory, Aunt Hannah, and Tommy Dunn, went to hear him sing; and after the performance he held a miniature reception, with enough adulation to turn his head completely around, he declared deprecatingly.

Not until the next evening, however, did he have an opportunity for what he called a real talk with any of his friends; then, in Calderwell's room, he settled back in his chair with a sigh of content.
For a time his own and Calderwell's affairs occupied their attention; then, after a short pause, the tenor asked abruptly: "Is there anything--wrong with the Henshaws, Calderwell ?" Calderwell came suddenly erect in his chair.
"Thank you! I hoped you'd introduce that subject; though, for that matter, if you hadn't, I should.

Yes, there is--and I'm looking to you, old man, to get them out of it." "I ?" Arkwright sat erect now.
"Yes." "What do you mean ?" "In a way, the expected has happened--though I know now that I didn't really expect it to happen, in spite of my prophecies.