Are you going up to town with us to-morrow ?" "There's only a morning's fitting at a dressmaker--no place for me," he laughed.

"I'll stay and welcome old Jaffery." Again the most transient of tiny little clouds.

But I could not help thinking that if Jaffery had been a woman instead of a mere man, there would have been a thunderstorm.
When we were alone Adrian threw himself into a chair.
"Women are funny beings," he said.

"I do believe Doria is jealous of old Jaffery." "You have every reason to be proud," said I, "of your psychological acumen.".