do so, a thing that militated against her keen desire to shine in Revel's eyes. After a time she perceived that the only thing for her to do was to cut in on the talk, on her own account, and this she began to do. She made several ineffectual snatches at the general attention and then Revel drifted towards a topic she regarded as particularly her own, the ordering of households.
They came to the thing through talk about localities. "We are leaving our house in The Boltons," said Revel, "and taking a little place at Wimbledon, and I think of having rooms in Dane's Inn. It will be more convenient In many ways. My wife is furiously addicted to golf and exercise of all sorts, and I like to sit about in clubs—I haven't the strength necessary for these hygienic proceedings—and the old arrangement suited neither of us. And, besides, no one could imagine the demoralisation the domestics of West London have undergone during the last three years."
"It's the same everywhere," said Mrs. Bindon Botting.
"Very possibly it is. A friend of mine calls it the servile tradition in decay and regards it all as a most hopeful phenomenon"
"He ought to have had my last two criminals," said Mrs. Bindon Botting.
She turned to Mrs. Wace while Revel came again a little too late with a "Possibly"
"And I haven't told you, my dear," she said,
