"And she doesn't want him to know it. There won't be any sketch."
"Unless we overtake him," I subjoined. "In that case we shall find him producing one, in the most graceful attitude, and the queer thing is that it will be brilliant."
"Let us leave him alone; he'll have to come home without it."
"He'd rather never come home. Oh, he'll find a public!"
"Perhaps he'll do it for the cows," Blanche Adney suggested; and as I was on the point of rebuking her profanity she went on, "That's simply what I happened to discover."
"What are you speaking of?"
"The incident of day before yesterday."
"Ah, let's have it, at last!"
"That's all it was—that I was like Lady Mellifont; I couldn't find him."
"Did you lose him?"
"He lost me—that appears to be the way of it. He thought I was gone."
"But you did find him, since you came home with him."
"It was he who found me. That again is
