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Mrs Nevill Tyson did not take the furniture very seriously For quite

three days after her arrival she was content to sit in that very

respectable drawing-roo for the callers who never came She

could not have taken the callers very seriously either (what did Mrs

Nevill Tyson take seriously, I should like to know?), or else, surely she

would have had soard for appearances; she would never have

risked being caught at four o'clock in the afternoon sitting on Tyson's

knee, doing all sorts of absurd things to his face First, she stroked

his hair straight down over his forehead, which had a singularly

brutalizing effect, so that she was obliged to push it back again and

make it all neat with one of the little tortoise-shell combs that kept

her own curls in order Then she lifted up his mustache till the lip

curled in a dreadful htly proly tooth!" said Mrs Nevill Tyson; and she let the lip

fall again like a curtain "How could I marry a man with a tooth like

that! Do you know, poor papa used to say you were just like

Phorc--Phorc--so with a fork in it"

"Phorcyas?"

"Yes How clever you are! Who was Phorc-y-as?" Mrs Nevill Tyson made a

face over the word