And at the mention of a flat in town all Mrs.Wilcox's beautiful beliefs came back to her unimpaired.

A flat in town, and a house in the country that you can afford to look down upon--what more could you desire?
Mrs.Nevill Tyson did not take the furniture very seriously.

For quite three days after her arrival she was content to sit in that very respectable drawing-room, waiting for the callers who never came.

She could not have taken the callers very seriously either (what _did_ Mrs.
Nevill Tyson take seriously, I should like to know ?), or else, surely she would have had some little regard for appearances; she would never have risked being caught at four o'clock in the afternoon sitting on Tyson's knee, doing all sorts of absurd things to his face.

First, she stroked his hair straight down over his forehead, which had a singularly brutalizing effect, so that she was obliged to push it back again and make it all neat with one of the little tortoise-shell combs that kept her own curls in order.