May I ?" Langton did not move.

"Carry on," he said shortly.
Peter finished and put down the sheet.

The other smoked placidly and said nothing.

"Well ?" demanded Peter impatiently.
"I should cut out that last sentence," pronounced the judge.
"Why?
It's true." "Maybe, but it isn't pretty." "Langton," burst out Peter, "I'm sick of prettinesses! I've been stuffed up with them all my life, and so has she.

I want to break with them." "Very likely, and I don't say that it won't be the best thing for you to try for a little to do so, but she hasn't been where you've been or seen what you've seen.