"Sir Launcelot having done a knightly deed and rescued a fair damsel, and the fair damsel's family, from a dragon, will give his vanity an outing." "Only till to-morrow evening!" protested Richard, humbled from the high horse.

"If Mr.Harley doesn't invite me by that time, I'll invite myself." "If Mr.Harley doesn't invite you by that time," returned Bess, "I will interfere.

Those who can't see their duty must be shown their duty, Mr.
Harley among the rest.

On the whole, I think you take a very proper stand." * * * * * Storri, without a dollar, lay in his rooms like a wounded wolf.

He did not go to the San Reve; he would see no one until he had worn down his anguish and regained control of himself.