"When I opened my window the rain beat upon me so hard that I felt it was a sort of second edition kind of thing when I took my bath later on." "I'm so sorry the weather is turning out so horrid," says Tita.
"I don't see why you should ever be sorry about anything," says Tom Hescott, in his slow, musical voice.
"Don't you ?" She turns to him in a little quick way--a way that brings her back to that hateful window down below there.

"You are right," she laughs gaily.

It seems as if she had really cast that window and its occupants behind her for ever.

"Well, I _won't_ be.
By-the-by, I told you all that we are to go to a dance at Lady Warbeck's on Thursday week?
Thursday!--yes.

Thursday week." "I remember! How delightful!" cries Mrs.Chichester.
"Lady Warbeck! I know her," says Gower; "she has a son!" "Yes--a son." "Oh, _do_ go on! Lady Rylton, do tell us about him," says Mrs.
Chichester, who is ever in search of fresh fields and pastures new..