men's rising again. He believed in their not going down; thought it perfectly possible and eminently desirable, but held it was much better for society that they should not endeavor, as the French say, to mêler les genres. In general, he did n't pretend to say what was good for society—society seemed to him in rather a bad way; but he had a conviction on this particular point. Nancy Beck going in for the great prizes, that spectacle might be entertaining for a simple spectator; but it would be a nuisance, an embarrassment, from the moment anything more than contemplation should be expected of him. He had no wish to be rough, but it might be well to show her that he was not to be humbugged.
"Oh, if there 's anything you want you 'll have it," he said in answer to her last remark. "You have always had what you want."
"Well, I want something new this time. Does your sister reside in London?"
"My dear lady, what do you know about my sister?" Littlemore asked. "She 's not a woman you would care for."
Mrs. Headway was silent a moment. "You don't respect me!" she exclaimed suddenly in a loud, almost gay tone of voice. If Littlemore wished, as I say, to preserve the simplicity of their old terms of intercourse, she was apparently willing to humor him.
"Ah, my dear Mrs. Beck...!" he cried, vaguely, protestingly, and using her former name quite by
