to. I put it quite generally. He talked rot about getting on in
the world. Who wants to get on?"

"Who, indeed?" said I. "It is only changing what you are for
something no better."

"And about waiting till I know my own mind. Isn't it enough to
look at her?"

"Ample, in my opinion," said I.

George rose to his feet.

"They've gone to a party, they won't come round again," said he.
"We may as well go, mayn't we?"

I was very comfortable, so I said timidly:

"We might see somebody else we know."

"Oh, somebody else be hanged! Who wants to see em?"

"I'm sure I don't." said I hastily, as I rose from my armchair,
which was at once snapped up.

We were about to return to the club, when I observed Lady
Mickleham's barouche standing under the trees. I invited George
to come and be introduced.

He displayed great indifference.