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or A Woman
*f"h Tkce and The
ITU mmiagi. ed
itoi ot the New
York Aigus sat at
his desk with a
deep frown on his
face, looking* out
iroiu under his
at the young1
who had just
thrown a huge fur
overcoat on tho
back of oue chair,
while he sat down
himself on an
other. "I got your telegram," begun tho
editor. "Am I to understand from it
that jou have failed?"
"Yes, sir," replied the joung man,
without tho slightest hesitation.
"Didn't jou even get a sjnopsis of
"Not a hanged synop."
The cdttoi's frown grew deepei. The
ends of his fingers drummed ncrv ously
on the desk.
"You take failure lather jauntily, it
strikes rue," he said, at last*
"What's the use of taking ltfanj other
v\ ay I ha\ the consciousnebs of know
ing that I did my best."
"Dm, jes. It's great consolation, no
doubt, but it doesn't count in the news
paper business. What did jrou
"1 received your telegram at Montreal
and at once left for Burnt Pinemost
outlandish spot on earth. I found that
Kenj on nnd Wentworth were staying
at the only hotel in the place. Tried to
worm out of them what their reports
were to be They were very polite, but
I didn't succeed Then I tried to bribe
theni, and they oidered me out of the
"Perhaps jou didn't offer them
"I offered them double what the Lon
don syndicate was to pay them for mak
itag the report, taking their own word
for the amount. I couldn't offer more,
because at that point they closed the
discussion by ordering me out of the
rGom i tried to get the reports that
night, on the quiet, out of Wentworth's
valise, but was unfortunately inter
rupted. The joung men were sus
picious, and next morning they left for
ttawa to post the reports, as I gath
ered jfterwaid, to England 1 sue
ceeded in getting hold of the leports,
but 1 couldn't hang on. There are too
many police in Ottawa to suit me
"Do jou mean to tell me," said the
editor, "that you actually had the re
ports in jour hands and that they were
taken from you
"Certainly I had and, as to their be
ing taken from me, it was either that or
jail. They don't mmce matters in Can
ada, as they do in the United .States
"But 1 should think a man of jour
sbiewdness would have been able to get
at least a synopsis of the leports be
fore letting them out of your posses
"My dear sir," said the reporter,
rather angry, "the whole thing covered
1 forget how many pages of foolscap
paper, and was the most niixed-up rnat
tei 1 ever saw in my life. I tried I
sal in my room at the hotel, and did my
best to master the details. It was full
of technicalities, and I couldn't make
it out. It required a mining expert to
get the hang of their phrases and fig
ures, so 1 thought the best thing to do
was to telegraph it ill straight
through to New York knew it would
cost a lot of mouej but I knew, also,
you didn't mind that, and I thought
perhaps somebody here could make
se.ise of what baffled me. besides, I
wanted to get the documents out of my
possession just as quickly as possible
"Hem," said the editoi. "You took no
"No, 1 did not. I had no tune. I
knew the moment they missed the docu
ments they would have the detectives
on my track As it was, I was arrested
when 1 entered the telegraph office."
"Well, it seems to me," said the man
aging editor, "if I had once had the
papers in my hand I should not have let
them go until I had got the gist of what
was in them."
"Oh, it's all very well for you to say
so," replied the reporter, with the free
and easy manner which exists between
American newspaper men and their em
ployers, "but I can tell you, with a
Canadian jail facing a man, it is hard
to decide what is best to do. I couldn't
get out of the town for three hours,
and before the end of that time they
would have had my description in the
hands of e\ ery policeman in the place.
They knew well enough who it was
that took the papers, so my only hope
lay in getting the thing telegraphed
through, and if that had been accom
plished everything would have been all
right. 1 would have gone to jail with
pleasure if I had got the particulars
through to New York."
"Well, what are we to do now asked
"I'm sure I doa't know. The two men.
will be in New York very shortly. They
sail, 1 understand, on the Coloric, which
leaves in a week. II you think you have
a reporter who can get the particulars
out of these men. I should be very
pleased to see you set him on. I tell you
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It isn't so easy to discover what an Eng
lishman doesn't want you to know."
"Well," said^ the editor, "perhaps
that's true. I will think about it. Of
course, you did your best, and I appre
ciate your efforts but I am sorry you
"You are not half so sorry as I am,"
said Rivers, as he picked up his big Can
adian fur coat and took his leave.
The editor did think about it. He
thought for full two minutes. Then he
dashed off a note on a sheet of paper,
pulled down the little knob that rang
the district messenger alarm, and when
the uniformed boy appeared gave him
the note, saying:
"Deliver this as quickly as you can."
The boy disappeared, and the result
of his tiip was soon apparent in the ar
rival of a very natty young woman in
the editorial rooms. She was dressed
in a neatly-htting tailor-made costume,
rnd was a very pretty girl, who locked
about 19, but was, in reality, considera
bly older. She had large, appealing
blue eyes, with a tender, trustful ex
piession in them, which made the ordi
nary man say: "What a sweet, inno
cent look that girl has jet what the
3 oung woman didn't know about New
York was not worth knowing. She
boasted that she could get state secrets
from dignified members of the cabinet,
and an ordinary senator or congress
man she looked upon as her lawful
prey. What had been told to her in the
strictest confidence had often become
the sensation of the next day the pa
per she represented. She wrote over a
nom de guerre, and had tried her hand
at nearly everything. She had answered
advertisements, exposed rogues and
swindlers and had gone to a hotel as
chambermaid in order to write her ex
periences. She had been arrested and
locked up so that she might write a
three-column account for the Sunday
edition of the Argus, of "How Women
Are Treated at Police Headquarters."
The editor looked upon her as one of
the most valuable members of his staff,
and she vs as paid accordingly.
Phe came into the room with the self
possessed air of the owner of the build
ing, took a sea*, after nodding to the
editor, and said "Well?"
"Look here, Jennie," began that aus
tere individual, "do you wish to make a
trip to Europe?"
"That depends," said Miss Jennie
"thib is not jubt the time of jear that
people go to Europe for pleasure, you
"Well, this is not evactly a pleasuie
trip. The truth of the matter is, Rivers
has been on a job and has bungled it
fearfullj, besides nearly getting him
The oung woman's ejes twinkled.
She liked anything with a spice of dan
ger in it, and did not object to hear that
she was expected to succeed where a
mere masculine reporter had failed.
The editor continued:
"Two young men are going across to
England on the Coloric. It sails in a
week. I want you to take a ticket for
Liverpool by that boat, and obtain from
either of those two men the particulars
the full particularsof reports they
"And am I to take the pick of the two young
have made on komn mining properties
in Canada. Then you must land at
Queenstown and cable a complete ac
count to the Arg us."
!*Mining isn't much in my line," said
Miss Jennie, with a frown on her pretty
brow. "What sort of mines were they
dealing withgold, silver, copper, or
"They are certain mines on the Ot
"That's rather indefinite."
"I know it is. I can't give you much
information about the matter. I don't
know myself," to tell the truth, but I
know it is vitally important that we
should get a synopsis of what the re
ports of these young men are to be. A
company, called the London syndicate,
has been formed in England. This
syndicate is to acquire a large number
of mines in Canada, if tho accounts
given by the present owners are any
thing like correct. Two men, Kenyon
and Wentworththe first a mining en
gineer and the second an expert ac
countanthave been sent from London
to Canada, one to examine the mines,
the other to examine the books of the
various corporations. Whether the
mines are bought or not will depend a
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good deal on the reports that these two
men have in their possession. The re*
ports, when published, will moke a big
difference, one way or the other, on the
stock exchange. I want to have the gist
of these reports before the London syn
dicate sees them. It will be a big thing
for the Argus if it is the first in the
field, and I am willing to spend a pile
of hard cash to succeed. So don't econ
omize on your cable expenses."
"Very well have you a book on
"I don't know that we have, but there
is a book here the 'Mining Resources
of Canada will that be of any use?"
"I shall need something of that sort.
1 want to be a little familiar with the
subject^ you know."
"Quite so," said the editor, "I will see
what can be got in that line. You can
read it before you start and on the way
"All right," said Miss Jennie "and am
I to take the pick of the two young
"Cerjainly," answered the editor.
"You will see them both, and can easily
make up your mind which will the
sooner fall a victim."
"The Coloric sails in a week, does it?"
"Then I shall need at least $500 to get
new dresses with."
"Good gracious!" cried the editor.
"There is no 'good gracious' about it.
I'm going to travel as a millionaire's
daughter, and it isn't likely that one or
two dresses will do me all the way over."
"But you can't get new dresses made
in a week," said the editor.
"Can't I? Well, you just get me the
$500 and I'll see about, the making."
The editor jotted the amount down.
"You don't think $400 would do?" he
"No, I don't. And say, am I to get.a
trip to Paris after this is over, or must
I come directly back?"
"Oh, I guess we can throw in the trip
to Paris," said the editor.
"What did jou say the names of the
young men are? Or are they young?
Probably they are old fogies, if they are
in the mining business."
"No they are young, they are shrewd,
and they are English. So, yon see, your
work is cut out for you. Their names
are George Wentworth and John Ken-
"Oh, W entworth is my man," said the
oung woman, breezily. "John Ken
yon! I know just what sort of a per
son he issomber and taciturn. Sounds
too much like John Bunyan, or John
Milton, or names of that sort."
"Well, I wouldn't be too sure about it
until you see them. Better not make
up your mind about the matter."
"When shall I call for the $500?"
"Oh, that you needn't trouble about.
The better way is to get your dresses
made, and tell the people to send the
bills to our office."
"Very well," said the young woman.
"I shall be ready. Don't be frightened
at the bills when they come in. If they
come up to $1,000 remember I told jrou
I would let ou off for $500."
The editor looked at her a moment,
and seemed to reflect that perhaps it
was better not to give a young lady un
limited credit New York. So he
said. "Wait a bit. I'll write you out
the order, and you can take it down
Miss Jennie took the paper when it
was offered to her, and disappeared.
When she presented the order in the
business office the cashier raised his
eyebrows as he noticed the amount,
and with a low whistle, said to himself:
"Five hundred dollars! I wonder what
game Jennie Brewster's up to now."
The last bell had rung. Those who
were going ashore had taken their de
parture. Crowds of human beings clus
tered on the pier head and at the large
doorways of the warehouse which stood
open on the steamer wharf. As the
big ship slowly backed out there was
a fluttering of handkerchiefs from the
mass on the pier, and an answering
flutter from those who crowded along
the bulwarks of the steamer. The tug
slowly pulled the prow of the vessel
around, and at last the engines of the
steamship began their pulsating throbs
throbs that would vibrate night and
day until the steamer reached an older
world The crowd on the pier became
more and more indistinct to those on
board, and many of the passengers
went below, for the air was bitterly
cold, and the boat was forcing its way
down the bay among huge blocks of
Two, at least, of the passengers had
taken little interest in the departure.
They were leaving no friends behind
them, and were both setting their faces
toward friends at home.
"Let us go down," said Wentworth
to Kenyon, "and see that we get beats
together at table before all are taken."
"Very good," replied his companion,
and they descended to the roomy
saloon, where two long tables were al
ready laid with an ostentatious display
of silver, glassware and cutlery, which
made many, who looked on this wilder
ness of white linen with something like
dismay, hope that the voyage would be
smooth, which, as it was a winter pas
sage, there was every chance it would
not be. The purser and two of his as
sistants sat at one of the shorter tables
with a plan before them, marking off
the names of passengers who wished
to be together, or who wanted some
particular place at any of the tables.
The smaller .side tables were still un
covered, because the number of passen
gers at that season of the year was
comparatively small. As the places
were assigned, one of the helpers to the
purser wrote the names of the passen
gers on small cards, and the other put
the cards on the tables.
One young woman, in a beautifully
fitted traveling gown, evidently of the
newest cut and design, stood a little
apart from the general group which
surrounded the purser and his assist
ants. She eagerly scanned every face,
and listened attentively to the names
given. Sometimes a shade of disap-
pointment crossed her brow, as if she
expected some particular person to pos
sess some particular name which that
particular person did not have. At
last her eyes sparkled.
"My name is Wentworth," said the
young man whose turn it was.
"Ah! any favorite place, Mr. Went
worth?" asked the purser, blandly, as
if he had known Wentworth all his life.
"No, we don't care where we sit
but my friend, Mr. Kenyon, and myself
would like places together."
"Very good j'ou had better come to
my table," replied the purser. "Nos. 33
and 24Mr. Kenyon and Mr. Went
The steward took the cards that were
given him, and placed them to cor
respond with the numbers the purser
had named. Then the young woman
moved gracefully along, as if she wore
interested in the names on the table.
She looked at Wentworth's name for a
moment, and saw in the place next to
his the name of Mr. Brown. She gave
a quick, apprehensive glance around the
saloon, and saw the two young men
who had arranged for their seats at
table now walking leisurely toward the
companionway. She took the card ith
the name of Mr. Brown upon it, and
slipped upon the table another on which
was written: "Miss Jennie Brewster."
Mr. Brown's card she placed on the
spot from which she had taken her own.
"I hope Mr. Brown is not particular
which place he occupies," said Miss Jen
nie, to herself "but at any rate I shall
see that I am early for dinner, and I'm
sure Mr. Brown, whoever ho is, will not
be BO ungallant as to insist on having
this place if he knows his card was
Subsequent events proved Miss Jen
nie's surmise regarding Mr. Brown's
indifference perfectly well founded.
That young man searched for his card,
found it, and sat down on the chair op
posite Miss Jennie, who already occu
pied her chair, and was, in fact, the first
one at table. Seeing there would be no
unseemly dispute about places, she be
gan to plan in her own mind how she
would first attract the attention of Mr.
Wentworth. While thinking how best
to approach her victim. Miss Jennie
heard his voice.
"Here you are, Kenj-on, here are our
"Which is mine?" said the voice of
"It doesn't matter," answered Went
worth, and then a thrill of fear went
through the gentle heart of Miss Jennie
Brewster. She had not thought of the
young man not caring which seat he
occupied, and she dreaded' the possi
"bility of finding herself next to Kenyon
rather than Wentworth. Her first es
timate of the characters of the two
men seemed to be correct. She always
thought of Kenyon as Bunj an, and she
felt certain that Wentworth would be
the easier man of the two to influence.
The next moment her fears were al
layed, for Kenyon giving a rapid glance
at the handsome young oman, delib
erately chose the seat farthest from her,
and Wentworth, with: "I beg your par-
don," slipped in and sat down on the
chair beside her.
"Now," thought Jennie, with a sigh
of relief, "our positions are fixed for the
meals of thevoj*age." She had made her
plans for beginning an acquaintance
with the young man, but they were ren
dered unnecessary by the gallant Mr.
Wentworth handing her the bill of fare.
"Oh, thank you," said Miss Jennie, in
a low voice, which was so musical that
Wentworth glanced at her a second time
and saw how sweet and pretty and inno
cent she was.
"I'm in luck," said the unfortunate
young man to himself.
Then he remarked aloud: "We have
not many ladies with us this voyage."
"No," replied Miss Brewster "I sup
pose nobody really crosses at this time
of the ear unless compelled to."
"I can answer for two passengers that
such is ihe ease."
"Do you mean yourself as one?"
"Yes, myself and my friend."
"How pleasant it must be," said Miss
Brewster, "to travel with a friend. Then
one is not lonely I, unfortunately, am
"I fancy," said the gallant Went
worth, "that if you are lonely while on
board ship it will be entirely your own
Miss Brewster laugi-id a silvery little
laugh. "I don't know about that," she
said. "I am going to that Mecca of all
AmericansParis. My father is to meet
mc there, and we are then going on to
the Riviera together."
"Ah! that will be very pleasant," said
Wentworth. "The Riviera at this sea
son is certainly a place to be desired."
"So I have heard," she replied.
"Have you not been across before?"
"No, this is my first voyage. I sup
rose you have crossed many times?"
"Oh, no," answered the Englishman
"this is only my second voyage, my first
having been the one that took me to
"Ah, then, you are not an American?"
returned Miss Brewster, with apparent
surprise. She imagined that a man is
generally flattered when a mistake of
this kind is made. No matter how proud
he may be of his country, it shows that
there is certainly no provincialism
about him that, as the Americans say,
"gave him away."
"I think," said Wentwprth, "as a
general thing, I am not mistaken for
anything but what I aman English-
"I have met so few Englishmen," said
the guileless Miss Jennie, "that really
I should not be expected to know."
"I understand it is a common delusion
among Americans that every English
man drops his Mi's,' and is to be detected
Jennie laughed again, and* Geoige
Wentworth thought it one of the pret
tiest laughs he had ever heard.
Poor Kenyon was rather neglected bv
his friend during the dinner. He felt
little gloomj* while the courses wenton,
and wished he had an evening paper.
some girl beside him got on very well
together. At the end of the dinner she
seemed to have wme difficulty In get
ting up from her chair, and Wentworth
showed her how to turn it around, leav
ing her free to rise. She thanked him
"I am going on deck," she said, as she
turned to go "I am so anxious to get
my first glimpse of the ocean at night
from the deck of a steamer."
"I hope you will let me accompany
you?" returned young Wentworth.
The decks are rather slippery, and
even when the boat is not rolling it
ian't quite safe for a lady unused to the
motion of a ship to walk alone- in the
"Oh, thank you very much!" replied
Miss Brewster, with effusion. "It is
kind of you, lam sure and if you prom
ise not to let me rob you of the pleasure
of your after-dinner cigar I shall be
most happy to have you accompany me.
I will meet you at the top of the stair
way in five minutes."
"You are getting on," said Kenyon, as
the young woman disappeared.
"What's the use of being on board
ship," said Wentworth, "if you don't
take advantage of the opportunity for
making shipboard acquaintances.
There is an unconventionality about
life oe a steamer that is not without its
charm, as, perhaps, you will find out
before the voyage is over, John."
"You are merely trying to ease your
conscience because of your heartless de
sertion of me."
George Wentworth had waited at the
top of the companionway a little more
than five minutes when Miss Brewster
appeared, wrapped in an arrangement
tipped with fur, which lentanaddition
al charm to her complexion, set off as it
"Poor Mr. Wentworth.only the Brat night out
and he told me his name was George
was by a jauntj' steamer cap They
stepped out on the deck, and found it
not at all as dark as they expected. Lit
tle globes of electric light were placed
at regular intervals in the walls of the
deck building. Overhead was stretched
a sort of canvas roof, against which tb%
sleety ram pattered. One of the sailors,
with a rubber mop, was pushing into the
gutter by the side of the ship the mois
ture from the deck. All around the
boat the night was as black as ink, ex
cept here and there where the white
curl of a wave showed luminous for a
moment in the darkness.
Miss Brewster insisted that Went
worth should light his cigar, which,
after some persuasion, he did. Then
he tucked her hand snugly under his
arm, and she adjusted her step to suit
his. They had the promenade all to
themselves. The rainy winter night
was not as inviting to most of the pas
sengers as the comfortable rooms be
low. Kenj*on, however, and one or two
others came up, and sat down in' the
steamer chairs that were tied to the
brass rod which ran along the deck
house wall. He saw the glow of Went
worth's cigar as the couple turned at
the further end of the walk, and as the
two passedhiin he heard a low murmur
of conversation, and now and then
caught a snatch of silverj laughter.
It was not because Wentworth had de
serted him that Kenyon felt so uncom
fortable and depressed. He couldn't
tell just what it was, but there had set
tled on his mind a strange, uneasy fore
boding. After a time he went down
into the saloon and tried to read, but
could not, and so wandered along the
seemingly endless narrow passage to his
room, which was Wentworth's as well,
and, in nautical phrase, "turned in."
It was late when his companion came in.
"Asleep, Kenyon?" he asked.
"No," was the answer.
"By George' John, she is one of the
most charming girls I ever met- Won-
derfully clever, too makes a man feel
like a fool beside her. She has read
nearly everything. Has opinions On all
our authors, a great many of whom I've
never heard of. I wish, for your sake,
John, that she had a sister on board."
"Thanks, old man awfully good of
you, I'm sure," said Kenyon. "Don't
you think it's about time to stop raving
and get into your bunk, and turn out
that confounded light?"
"All right, growler, I will," was the
Meanwhile, in her own stateroom,
Miss Jennie Brewster was looking at her
reflection in the glass. As she shook out
her long hair until it rippled down her
back, s,he smiled sweetly, and said to
"Poor Mr. Wentworth! Only the
first night out and Jje told mc his name
Next morning Wentworth worked his
way, with much balancing and holding
on of stanchions, along the deck, for
the ship rolled fearfully, although
there seemed to be little wind and the
sun.was shining brightly, but the per
son he sought was nowhere visible. He
go into the smoking-
room, but changed his mind at the door,
the main saloon. The tables had been
cleared of the breakfast belonging*,
hut on one of the small tables ft wWto
cloth had been laid, and at this *m
of purity in' the general effect of fed
plush sat Miss Brewster, who was cosm
placently ordering what she wanted
from a steward, who did not seem at est
pleased in serving one who had disre
garded the breakfast hour to the dis
arrangement of all saloon rules. The
chief steward stood by a door and
looked disapprovingly at the late guess.
It was almost time to lay the tables for
lunch, and the young woman was as
calmly ordering her breakfast as st
she had been the first person at titfe
She looked up brightly at Wentworth*
and smiled as he approached her.
"I suppose," she began, "I'm dread
fully late, and the steward looks as if
he would like to scold me. How aw
fully the ship is rolling. Is there a
"No. She seems to be doing this soot
of thing for amusement. Wants to
make it interesting for the unfortunate
passengers who are not good sailors, I
suppose. She ia doing it, too. Thereto
scarcely anyone on deck."
"Dear me. I thought we were having
a dreadful storm. Is it raining?"
"No. It's a beautiful sunshiny day:
without much wind, either, in spite
all this row."
"I suppose you have had your break
fast long ago?"
"So long since that I am beginning
to look forward with pleasant antici
pation to lunch."
"Oh dear! I had no idea I was so late
as that. Perhaps you had better scoM
me. Somebody ought to do it, and the
steward seems a little afraid."
"You overestimate my courage. I asn
a little afraid, too."
*Then you do think I deserve itV/
"I didn't say that, nor do I think i.
I confess, however, that up to this mo
ment I felt just a trifle lonely."
"Just a trifle! Well, that is flattest
How nicely you English do turn a coaft
pliment. Just a trifle!"
"I believe, as a race, we do not venr
ture much into compliment-giving at
all. We leave that for the polite for
eigner. He would say*what I tried so
say a great deal better than I did, o
course but be would not mean half so
"Oh, that's very nice, Mr. Wentworth,
No foreigner could have put it nearer
so well. Now what about going sst
"Anywhere, if you let me accompaBsj
"I shall be most delighted to have
you. I won't say merely a trifle de
"Ah! Haven't you forgiven that re
"There's nothing to forgive, and it
is quite too delicious to forget. I shall
never forget it."
"I believe that you are very cruel at
heart, Miss Brewster."
The young woman gave him a curious
side look, but did not answer. Sftfe
gathered the wraps she had taken from
the cabin, and, handing them to hisa
before he had thought of offering to
take them, they went on deck. He
found there chairs side by side, and ad
mired the intelligence of the deck stew
ard, who seemed to understand what
chairs to place together. Miss Jenaie
sank gracefully into her own, and al
lowed him to adjust the wraps around
"There," she said, "that's very nicely
done as well as the deck steward him
self could do it, and I am sure it is im
possible to pay you a more graceful
compliment than that. So few men
know how to arrange one comfortably
in a steamer chair."
"You speak as though you had vast
experience in steamer life and yet yon
told me this was your first voyage."
"It is. But it doesn't take a woman,
more than a day to see that the average
man attends to such little niceties vem~
clumsily. Now, just tuck in the corner
out of sight. There! Thank you, ever
so much. And would you be khhd
enough toyes, that's better. And
this other wrap so. Oh! that is perfect.
What a patient man you are, Mr. Went
"Yes, Miss Brewster, you are a for
eigner. I can see that now. Your pro
fessed compliment was hollow. Yon
said 1 did it perfectly, and then im
mediately directed me how to do it."
Nothing of the kind. You did it well,
and I think ou ought not to grudge me
the pleasure of adding my own little
"Oh, if you put it that way, I will not.
Now, before I sit down, tell me what
book I can get that, will interest yoa.
The library contains a very good as
"I don't think I care about reading.
Sit down and talk. I suppose I am too
indolent to-day. I thought, when I
came on board, that I would do a lot of
reading, but I believe the sea air makes
one lazy. I must confess I feel entirely
indifferent to mental improvcment.,*
"You evidently do not think my con
versation will be at all worth listen
"How quick you are to pervert mar
meaning. Don't you see that I think
your conversation better worth listen
ing to than the most interesting or im
proving book you can choose from tho
library? Really, in trying to avail
giving you cause for making such a re
mark, have apparently stumbled into ^f3
a worse error. I was just going to say
I would like your conversation much
better than a book, when I thought yon *J%,
would take that as a reflection on yomr fj|
reading. If you take me up so sharpry,
I will sit here and say nothing. Now, IjjU
then, talk." wbf
"What shall I say jBf
"Oh, if I told you what to say I should *a
be doing the talking. Tell me about
yoursel f. What do you do in London?*'
"I work hard. I am an accountant"
"And what is an accountant? What
does he do? Keep accounts?"
"Some of them do I do not, I see,
rather, that accounts other people keep
have been correctly hept