the expression of those of his competitor, those, it might even be inferred, of his admirer. They confessed to some resentment—they seemed to say: "Hang it, has he got it already? Of course he's a brute of a reviewer!" Dencombe shuffled his copy out of sight while the opulent matron, rising from her repose, broke out: "I feel already the good of this air!"
"I can't say I do," said the angular lady. "I find myself quite let down."
"I find myself horribly hungry. At what time did you order lunch?" her protectress pursued.
The young person put the question by. "Dr. Hugh always orders it."
"I ordered nothing to-day—I'm going to make you diet," said their comrade.
"Then I shall go home and sleep. Qui dort dine!"
"Can I trust you to Miss Vernham?" asked Dr. Hugh of his elder companion.
"Don't I trust you?" she archly enquired.
"Not too much!" Miss Vernham, with her eyes on the ground, permitted herself to declare. "You must come with us at least to the house," she went on, while the personage on whom they appeared to be in attendance began to mount higher. She had got a little out of ear-shot; nevertheless Miss Vernham became, as far as Dencombe was concerned, less distinctly audible to murmur to the young man: "I don't think you realize all you owe the countess!"
