"And while the cage was drying we put him among the bantams. They
had been the greatest allies. But I suppose they took him for a
parrot or a hawk, or something that bantams hate for while his
cage was drying they picked out his feathers, and PICKED and
PICKED out his feathers, till he was perfectly bald. 'Hugo,
look,' said I. 'This is the end of Parsival. Let me have no more
surprises.' He burst into tears."

Thus did Mrs. Lewin create an atmosphere. At first it seemed
unreal, but gradually they got used to it, and breathed scarcely
anything else throughout the meal. In such an atmosphere
everything seemed of small and equal value, and the engagement of
Rickie and Agnes like the feathers of Parsival, fluttered lightly
to the ground. Ansell was generally silent. He was no match for
these two quite clever women. Only once was there a hitch.

They had been talking gaily enough about the betrothal when
Ansell suddenly interrupted with, "When is the marriage?"

"Mr. Ansell," said Agnes, blushing, "I wish you hadn't asked
that. That part's dreadful. Not for years, as far as we can see."

But Rickie had not seen as far. He had not talked to her of this
at all. Last night they had spoken only of love. He exclaimed,
"Oh, Agnes-don't!" Mrs. Lewin laughed roguishly.

"Why this delay?" asked Ansell.

Agnes looked at Rickie, who replied, "I must get money, worse