whole affair in my grasp, such prestige he knew it would give me, he dared not broach his grievance.
Some half-remembered American phrase of Cousin Egbert's ran in my mind. I had put a buffalo on him!
"Thank you," I said, "I'm needing a bit of a stretch and a breeze-out."
I wished to walk that I might the better meditate. With Belknap-Jackson one does not sufficiently meditate.
A block up from the station I was struck by the sight of the Honourable George. Plodding solitary down that low street he was, heeled as usual by the Judson cur. He came to the Spilmer public house and for a moment stared up, quite still, at the "Last Chance" on its chaffing sign-board. Then he wheeled abruptly and entered. I was moved to follow him, but I knew it would never do. He would row me about the service of the Grill—something of that sort. I dare say he had fancied her ladyship as keenly as one of his volatile nature might. But I knew him!
Back on our street the festival atmosphere still lingered. Groups of recent guests paused to discuss the astounding event. The afternoon paper was being scanned by many of them. An account of the wedding was its "feature," as they say. I had no heart for that, but on the second page my eye caught a minor item:
"A special meeting of the Ladies Onwards and Upwards Club is called for to-morrow afternoon at two sharp at the residence of Mrs. Dr. Percy Hailey Martingale, for the transaction of important business."
One could fancy, I thought, what the meeting would
