But Mr.Presty's nature had all the poetry in which Mr.Norman's nature was deficient.

He saw the angelic side of women--and thought telegrams and business, and all that sort of thing, unworthy of our mission.

I don't exactly understand what our mission is--" "Mamma! mamma! is Herbert hurt ?" "Stuff and nonsense! Nobody is hurt; there has been no accident." "They why does he telegraph to me ?" Hitherto, Mrs.Presty had only looked at the message.

She now read it through attentively to the end.

Her face assumed an expression of stern distrust.