of hair reduced to a semblance of order, and his person arrayed in an extremely shabby and unfashionable but perfectly dry suit of clothes. The tea was at hand to be made, the pot heated, the eggs, bacon, and toast were delightfully warm and laid before the fire. And in accordance with instructions the table was set for two persons, with the blunt knives and forks and the decrepit crockery of his establishment.
"Will you wait till the other gentleman comes, sir?" asked the old woman.
"What other gentleman, Mrs. Brown?"
"The gentleman who is coming to breakfast,"
"Well, I can't very well, seeing that she turns out to be a lady."
"I beg your pardon, sir."
"You, Mrs. Brown, are that lady. You will please sit just there, as near to the fire as you can get without burning yourself. I propose to make the tea, for I am so expert in the art that I yield to none. And I shall ask you to pour it out, while I proceed to serve the eggs and bacon, which look perfectly delicious."
The charwoman, however, betrayed no sign of assenting to this arrangement.
"I am sure, sir, it is meant in great kindness," she said humbly, "but I could not think of such a thing. You see I have been in good service, sir, and I beg your pardon, sir, but it is never done."
"'Never' is a dangerous word to employ, Mrs. Brown," said Northcote, towering over the old woman in a formidable manner. "In fact, I allow none to employ it to me. Sit down, if you please, and pour out the tea, and just have the goodness to
