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Mrs Hignett started violently

"Why do you say that?"

"Eh?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Oh, well, he's a romantic sort of fellow Writes poetry and all that"

"There is no likelihood at all of Eustacetemperament and sees feomen He is almost a recluse"

Saretted it He had always been fond of his cousin and in that half-a way in which men of thews and sinews are fond of the weaker brethren who run more to pallor and intellect; and he had always felt that if Eustace had not had to retire to Windles to spend his life with a woman whom from his earliest years he had always considered the Eht have been made of him Both at school and at Oxford, Eustace had been--if not a sport--at least a decidedly cheery old bean Salobes with a slipper in a positively rollickingup to him manfully at the piano on the occasion when he had done that imitation of Frank Tinney which had been such a hit at the Trinity s, and it was too bad that he had allowed his mother to coop him up down in the country land on Saturday," said Mrs Hignett She spoke a little wistfully She had not been parted from her son since he had come down from Oxford; and she would have liked to keep hi tour That, however, was out of the question It was imperative that, while she ay, he should be at Windles Nothing would have induced her to leave the place at the ht trample over the flower-beds, scratch the polished floors, and forget to cover up the canary at night "He sails on the Atlantic"

"That's splendid," said Sao down to the office and see if we can't have a state-rooland?"

"Where is he going to live? Why, at Windles, of course Where else?"

"But I thought you were letting Windles for the su Windles!" She spoke as one ht address a lunatic "What put that extraordinary idea into your head?"