Meanwhile Frank, as your record, I feel convinced, is so blameless and normal that it could be told before any parlour-maid, you start off whilst she is taking away the tea, fiddling with the stove, and prolonging to the uttermost her services to a master who has become her slave." The parlour-maid enters, and casts more than one searching glance at Vivie's bruised features, but performs her duties in a workmanlike manner.
_Frank_: "My story?
Oh well, it's a happy one on the whole--very happy.

Soon as the war was over, I got busy in Rhodesia and pitched on a perfect site for a stock and fruit farm.

The B.S.A.

Co.

was good to me because I'd known Cecil Rhodes and Dr.Jim; and by nineteen four I was going well, they'd made me a magistrate, and some of my mining shares had turned out trumps.