I presume" (with the slightest possible and almost instinctive imitation of the reverend gentleman's manner) "his head is considered level." Mr.Peaseley withdrew his eyes from the ceiling.

"I have," he said to his companions, with a pained smile, "an important choir meeting to attend this afternoon.

I fear I must be excused." As he moved towards the door, the others formally following him, until out of the stranger's hearing, he added: "I wash my hands of this.

After so wanton and unseemly an exhibition of utter incompetency, and even of understanding of the trust imposed upon him--upon US--MY conscience forbids me to interfere further.

But the real arbiter in this matter will be--thank Heaven!--the mistress herself.