to read us his paper on 'Remains.'" This was the first mention of my old comrade.

During the interchange of courtesies during lunch he had kept steadily silent, anxious, no doubt, to spare my feelings.

But now his chance was come.

It was reserved to him to show off the Urbans on their intellectual side.
But before he could come to the front and clear his throat for action, Langrish had loudly called the Philosophers to order.
"Now, you fellows," said he, "we have our programme to get through, and we are not going to give it up, even if our place of meeting was swarming with day idiots.

Mr President, you had better lead off." Thus called upon, I loudly summoned Mr Philosopher Trimble to open the debate on the subject of "Beauty," venturing to add,-- "Some fellows, I've been told, discuss subjects they know nothing about, such as 'Remains,' and that sort of thing; but the Conversation Club makes a point of sticking to what they are familiar with, and that is why we speak to-day of Beauty." It would not be easy to give a verbatim report of the proceedings which followed, for each party was evidently more attentive to what fell from the other side than to what fell from its own.