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"Well, you seely "It's pleasant to hear your ain, isn't it, Miss Milliken?"

"Extre her spectacles and s at Sam, for whom there was a soft spot in her heart

A sense of the futility of life oppressed Saht, not without a certain gloomy satisfaction, how remarkably pale and drawn his face looked And these people seehter, which had sounded to hi of a de

"On behalf of our client, Mr Wibblesley Eggshaw," said Sir Mallaby, swooping back to duty onceto state that we are prepared to accept servicesounds like a tennis shawwhat tio"

"A week ago! Then what the deuce have you been doing with yourself? Why haven't I seen you?"

"I've been down at Bingley-on-the-Sea"

"Bingley! What on earth were you doing at that Godforsaken place?"

"Wrestling with ile

"We should be glad to , eh! Well, I like a boy to be fond of et that Life is real! Life ishow does it go, Miss Milliken?"

Miss Milliken folded her hands and shut her eyes, her invariable habit when called upon to recite

"Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul Art is long and tih stout and brave, Still like rave Lives of great men all re, leave behind us footsteps on the sands of Time Let us then " said Miss Milliken respectfully"be up and doing"

"All right, all right, all right!" said Sir Mallaby "I don't want it all Life is real! Life is earnest, Sam I want to speak to you about that when I've finished answering these infernal letters Where was I? 'We should be glad to ley-on-the-Sea! Good heavens! Why Bingley-on-the-Sea? Why not Margate, while you are about it?"