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betrayed his wife and then left her; and he could come back with a

twinkle in his eye

From where Stanistreet sat Mrs Nevill Tyson's face was a profil perdu;

but he could hear her breath fluttering in her throat like a bird

"Didn't I see you two at the 'Criterion' last night?" said Tyson "What

did you think of 'Roseood"

"From a purely literary point of view, eh? As you sat with your back to

the stage your judgar accessories as

scenery and acting No doubt that is the way to enjoy a play What are

your engageht?"

"Mine? I have none, Nevill"

"Ah--well, then, you o, Stanistreet"

He had come home to stay