"Wiggleswick. I don't know what's to become of him."

"He can come to Nunsmere and lodge with the local policeman," said Zora.

On the evening before they started from Paris she received a letter
addressed in a curiously feminine hand. It ran:

"DEAR MRS. MIDDLEMIST:

"I don't let the grass grow under my feet. I have bought Penton Court. I
have also started a campaign which will wipe the Jebusa Jones people off
the face of the earth they blacken. I hope you are finding a vocation.
When I am settled at Nunsmere we must talk further of this. I take a
greater interest in you than in any other woman I have ever known, and
that I believe you take an interest in me is the proud privilege of

"Yours very faithfully,
"CLEM SYPHER."

"Here are the three railway tickets, ma'am," said Turner, who had brought
up the letter. "I think we had better take charge of them."

Zora laughed, and when Turner had left the room she laughed again. Clem
Sypher's letter and Septimus's ticket lay side by side on her
dressing-table, and they appealed to her sense of humor. They represented
the net result of her misanthropic travels.

What would her mother say? What would Emmy say? What would be the superior
remark of the Literary Man from London?