together, Leicester."

George laughed. He stood up. "Thanks, I refuse now. What on earth's
the good?"

"Rubbish," said the Dean. "Think over that serious interest in life.
You never know your luck."

George moved to the door. "I know my luck all right," he laughed.
"Never mind, I'm not grumbling with it."




CHAPTER V.

Upon Life: And May Be Missed.


In the ante-room, as it were, of a very short chapter, we must make
ready to receive our heroine. She is about to spring dazzling upon our
pages; will be our close companion through some moving scenes. We must
collect ourselves, brush our hair, arrange our dress, prepare our
nicest manner.

And as in ante-rooms there are commonly papers laid about to beguile
the tedium, and as the faint rustle of our heroine's petticoats is
warning that George's assertion that he knew his luck is immediately
to be disproved, let us make a tiny little paper on the folly of such
a statement.