"But five guineas--why that's nothing to you," she said.
Something in the lodger's face made her pause. "You don't
mean----"

"Yes, I do," said the lodger, smiling. "You see, I started in to
lay siege to London without sufficient ammunition. London is a
large town, and it didn't fall as quickly as I thought it would.
So I am economizing. Mr. Lockhart's Coffee Rooms and I are no
longer strangers."

Miss Cavendish put down her cup of tea untasted and leaned toward
him

"Are you in earnest?" she asked. "For how long?"

"Oh, for the last month," replied the lodger; "they are not at
all bad--clean and wholesome and all that."

"But the suppers you gave us, and this," she cried, suddenly,
waving her hands over the pretty tea-things, "and the cake
and muffins?"

"My friends, at least," said Carroll, "need not go to
Lockhart's."

"And the Savoy?" asked Miss Cavendish, mournfully shaking her
head.

"A dream of the past," said Carroll, waving his pipe through the