Thanks to you!" It drew from her again one of her indefinite reflexions.

"Oh 'me'-- after all!" He stood before her so exhilarated by his demonstration that he could fairly be jocular.

"Everything's comparative.

You're better than THAT." "You"-- she could but answer him--"are better than anything." But she had another thought.

"WILL Mrs.Pocock come to me ?" "Oh yes--she'll do that.