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"Of course, I can see that 'What of the Morrow?' is ht' first, and of course that reed Mrs Hignett "One's first step across the threshold of a new limpse"

"Yes, it makes you feel"

"Like sonett, "when a new planet swims into his ken, or like"

"Yes, doesn't it!" said Jane

Eustace, who had been listening to the conversation with every muscle tense, in much the same mental attitude as that of a peaceful citizen in a Wild West saloon who holds hi begins, began to relax What he had shrinkingly anticipated would be the biggest thing since the De into a pleasant social and literary evening not unlike what he i of old Vassar alumni must be For the first tied in the luxury of a deep breath

"But what are you doing here?" asked Mrs Hignett, returning almost reluctantly to the main issue

Eustace perceived that he had breathed too soon In an unobtrusive way he subsided into the bed and softly pulled the sheets over his head, following the excellent tactics of the great Duke of Wellington in his Peninsular ca yourself in"

"I'nett quivered, and cast an eye on the hump in the bed-clothes which represented dear Eustace A cold fear had come upon her

"'Dear Eustace'!" she repeated ed thisThat's how he sprained his ankle When I accepted hied! Eustace, is this true?"

"Yes," said a muffled voice from the interior of the bed

"And poor Eustace is so worried," continued Jane, "about the house" She went on quickly "He doesn't want to deprive you of it, because he knohat it --that you will accept it as a present e areto live in London So you will take it, won't you--to please us?"