for riches? For riches. Hurrah for riches!"

"For riches!" echoed Mrs. Munt, having, as it were, at
last secured her nut.

"Yes. For riches. Money for ever!"

"So am I, and so, I am afraid, are most of my
acquaintances at Swanage, but I am surprised that you agree
with us."

"Thank you so much, Aunt Juley. While I have talked
theories, you have done the flowers."

"Not at all, dear. I wish you would let me help you in
more important things."

"Well, would you be very kind? Would you come round
with me to the registry office? There's a housemaid who
won't say yes but doesn't say no."

On their way thither they too looked up at the Wilcoxes'
flat. Evie was in the balcony, "staring most rudely,"
according to Mrs. Munt. Oh yes, it was a nuisance, there
was no doubt of it. Helen was proof against a passing
encounter but--Margaret began to lose confidence. Might it
reawake the dying nerve if the family were living close
against her eyes? And Frieda Mosebach was stopping with
them for another fortnight, and Frieda was sharp, abominably
sharp, and quite capable of remarking, "You love one of the