smoke. "Gatti's? Yes, on special occasions; but for necessity,
the Chancellor's, where one gets a piece of the prime roast beef
of Old England, from Chicago, and potatoes for ninepence--a pot
of bitter twopence-halfpenny, and a penny for the waiter. It's
most amusing on the whole. I am learning a little about London,
and some things about myself. They are both most interesting
subjects."

"Well, I don't like it," Miss Cavendish declared helplessly.
"When I think of those suppers and the flowers, I feel--I feel
like a robber."

"Don't," begged Carroll. "I am really the most happy of men--
that is, as the chap says in the play, I would be if I wasn't so
damned miserable. But I owe no man a penny and I have assets--I
have Lœ80 to last me through the winter and two marvellous
plays; and I love, next to yourself, the most wonderful woman God
ever made. That's enough."

"But I thought you made such a lot of money by writing?" asked
Miss Cavendish.

"I do--that is, I could," answered Carroll, "if I wrote the
things that sell; but I keep on writing plays that won't."

"And such plays!" exclaimed Marion, warmly; "and to think that
they are going begging." She continued indignantly, "I can't
imagine what the managers do want."

"I know what they don't want," said the American. Miss Cavendish