"Chichester, look at this!" She thrust the paper feverishly into his hands.

Sir Chichester smoothed its crumpled leaves as he stood beside her.
"Ah, the _Harpoon_," he said, his fear quite allayed.

He knew his wife to have a somewhat thinner skin than himself.

"You are exaggerating no doubt, my dear.

The _Harpoon_ is a good paper and quite friendly." But Millie Splay broke in upon his protestations in a voice as shrill as a scream.
"Oh, stop, Chichester, and look! There, in the third column! Just under your eyes!" And Sir Chichester Splay read.