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300 PARK STREET, Fridayof dust and ashes, for that is what I felt I had had for breakfast this iven orders she was not to be disturbed, so I did not go near her, and crept down to the dining-roo the e, tall, lean man with fair hair, and sad, cross, brown eyes, and a nose inclined to pink at the tip--a look of indigestion about hiraph propped up on the teapot, and some cold, untasted sole on his plate

I caeline Travers," I announced

He said "How d'you do?" aardly One could see without a notion what thathere," I continued "Did you not know?"

"Then won't you have some breakfast? Beastly cold, I fear," politeness forced him to utter "No, Ianthe never writes to ht, and I have not seen her yet"

Manners have been drummed into me from early youth, so I said, politely, "You only arrived froot in about seven o'clock, I think," he replied

"We had to leave so early--ere going to the opera," I said

"A Wagner that begins at unearthly hours, I suppose?" he murmured, absently

"No, it was 'Caruardian, Mr Carruthers"

"Oh!"

We both ate for a little The tea was greenish black--and lukewarm No wonder he has dyspepsia

"Are the children in, I wonder?" he hazarded, presently

"Yes," I said "I went to the nursery and saw theels burst into the room, but came forward decorously and embraced their parent They do not see, papa," said the eldest, and the other two repeated it in chorus "We hope you have slept well and had a nice passage across the sea"

They evidently had been drilled outside

Then, nature getting upper, have you brought us any new dolls froeline," said Yseult, the youngest