Once again she flings her arms above her head so that her fingers grow clasped behind it.

"It pays! It certainly pays.

It is only the goody-goodies who go to the wall." "My _dear_ Marian!" says Lady Rylton, with a delicate pretence at horror; she puts up her hands, but after a second or so bursts out laughing.

"I always say you are the one creature who amuses me," cries she, leaning back, and giving full play to her mirth.

"I never get _at_ you, somehow.