Harry Luttrell, however, went on his knees and discovering the book beneath a distant sofa, carefully dusted it.
"Did you ever read 'How they Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix' ?" he asked.
The audience in the gallery waited in dead silence for Joan Whitworth's answer.

It came unhesitatingly clear and in a voice of high enthusiasm.
"Isn't it the most wonderful poem he ever wrote ?" The gallery broke into screams, catcalls, hisses and protests against Joan's shameless recantation.
"It's Browning, of course, but it's not Browning at all, if you understand me," Dennis Brown exclaimed with every show of indignation; and the whole party trooped away again to their tennis and their croquet.
Harry Luttrell placed the book upon a table and turned to Joan.
"Now what would you like to do ?" he asked.
Joan shrugged her shoulders.
"We might cut into the next tennis set," she said doubtfully.
"You could hardly play in those shoes," said Harry Luttrell.
Joan contemplated a heel of formidable height.

Oh, where were the sandals of the higher Life?
"No, I suppose not.

Of course, there's a--but it wouldn't probably interest you." "Wouldn't it ?" cried Harry Luttrell.
"Well, it's a maze.

Millie Splay is rather proud of it.