"Do you know, Mr.Hazlewood, that you have done a very cruel thing ?" Mr.Hazlewood was utterly discomfited by the failure of his plot, and when Stella attacked him so directly he had not a doubt but that she had divined his treachery.
"I ?" he gasped.

"Cruel?
How ?" "In not telling me beforehand that I was to meet so good a friend of mine." Her face relaxed to a smile as she added: "I would have put on my best frock in his honour." Undoubtedly Stella carried off the honour of that encounter.

She had at once driven the battle with spirit onto Hazlewood's own ground and left him worsted and confused.

But the end was not yet.

Mr.Hazlewood waited for his son Richard, and when Richard appeared he exclaimed: "Ah, here's my son.