"God forbid! Do you read poetry ?" And opening a drawer, he took out a book bound in red leather.

"This is a man I'm fond of: "'Life is mostly froth and bubble; Two things stand like stone-- KINDNESS in another's trouble, COURAGE in your own.' "That seems to me the sum of all philosophy." "Paramor," said Gregory, "my ward is very dear to me; she is dearer to me than any woman I know.

I am here in a most dreadful dilemma.

On the one hand there is this horrible underhand business, with all its publicity; and on the other there is her position--a beautiful woman, fond of gaiety, living alone in this London, where every man's instincts and every woman's tongue look upon her as fair game.

It has been brought home to me only too painfully of late.