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But in thinking of his reuest, an expression like that of a

cat who is just going to purr stole over his old face: Mrs Soahtn't take much, but she would appreciate what she drank; it was a

pleasure to give her good wine! A pretty woht of her was like cha wo uished--a pleasure to entertain her

Between the points of his collar he gave his head the first small,

painful oscillation of the evening

"Adolf!" he said "Put in another bottle"

He hiood deal, for, thanks to that prescription of

Blight's, he found himself extremely well, and he had been careful to

take no lunch He had not felt so well for weeks Puffing out his lower

lip, he gave his last instructions:

"Adolf, the least touch of the West India when you co into the anterooe of a chair, with

his knees apart; and his tall, bulky fore, primeval immobility He was ready to rise at a

iven a dinner-party for e

Forsytes the custoiously

observed), but the labours of sending invitations and ordering the

repast over, he felt pleasantly sti, a watch in his hand, fat, and slobe of butter, he thought of nothing

A long man, with side whiskers, who had once been in Swithin's service,