you'll pledge yourself to give us the book by November.--How much?"
he asked, poised above his cheque-book.

In the street, the Professor stood staring about him, uncertain and
a little dazed.

"After all, it's only putting it off for six months," he said to
himself; "and I can do better work when I get my new instruments."

He smiled and raised his hat to the passing victoria of a lady in
whose copy of "The Vital Thing" he had recently written:

_ Labor est etiam ipsa voluptas._






THE OTHER TWO

I





WAYTHORN, on the drawing-room hearth, waited for his wife to come
down to dinner.