"It's something inside us, dearie," she thought: "that nobody hears but ourselves." "That tells him to talk all that twaddle ?" demanded Miss Ensor.

"Have you heard him ?" "No, dearie," Mary admitted.

"But I expect it's got its purpose.

Or he wouldn't have to do it." Miss Ensor gave a gesture of despair and applied herself to her pie.

The hirsute face of Mr.Simson had lost the foolish aggressiveness that had irritated Joan.