the Esmeralda in a tone of despair; and she rose. "But come along. We won't talk about it here. You'll never promise with his ugly face in front of you!"
"Women certainly have a wonderful intuition," said the Honorable John Ruffin, regarding the face of Señor Perez with the most critical attention as he rose. "Perhaps it would be more pleasant to take Mrs. Bride, who can hardly keep her eyes open, back to the Temple and finish our supper at the Savoy. It's only eleven."
He smiled graciously at the scowling Montevidean; and they distinctly heard that yellow one's fine teeth grind in his purple mouth.
They conveyed the sleepy Pollyooly to the bottom of Alsatia; and waited till she came down it bearing the sleeping Lump. Such was his splendid placidity that it was seldom indeed that the transit from Mrs. Brown's to his own bed awoke him. Then they walked down to the Thames Embankment and along it to the Savoy.
The next morning at breakfast the Honorable John Ruffin said very sadly: "Have you ever observed, Mrs. Bride, how terrible a thing it is to have
