was so immediate that I had almost taken the words out of his mouth. While I tried to fix this sudden image of Flora's face glazed in and crossbarred even as Mrs. Meldrum's was glazed and barred, he went on to assert that only the horror of that image, looming out at herself, could be the reason of her avoiding such a monitress. The fact he had encountered made everything hideously vivid and more vivid than anything else that just such another pair of goggles was what would have been prescribed to Flora.
"I see—I see," I presently rejoined. "What would become of Lord Iffield if she were suddenly to come out in them? What indeed would become of every one, what would become of everything?" This was an inquiry that Bawling was evidently unprepared to meet, and I completed it by saying at last: "My dear fellow, for that matter, what would become of you?"
Once more he turned on me his good green eyes. "Oh, I shouldn't mind!"
The tone of his words somehow made his ugly face beautiful, and I felt that there dated from this moment in my heart a confirmed affection for him. None the less, at the same time, perversely and rudely, I became aware of a certain drollery
