"It was an awfully good story." "Well, backed up by all the fine things you said, I sent it to the editor of the _Piccadilly Magazine_.

He accepted it--perhaps he wasn't well at the time--and more than that, he sent for me.

I thought, perhaps, he wanted to shoot me; but, bless you, no! He liked the thing so much that he commissioned me to write a 'long, complete,' twenty thousand words; so I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone, run down into the country for a holiday and business combined.

But, look here, before I say another word, you've got to tell me what you're doing here." Celia told him as briefly as she could.
"Oh, but that's splendid!" he cried, seizing her hand and shaking it, just as if she were another boy.

"I say, you _are_ a swell; and amongst such swells; marquesses and lords and ladies of high degree! But, I say, I am glad.