over.' Mr. Snitchey wiped his forehead, which looked hot and
anxious.

'What do you think,' said Mr. Craggs, 'about - '

'Hush!' replied his cautious partner, looking straight before him.
'I understand you. Don't mention names, and don't let us, seem to
be talking secrets. I don't know what to think; and to tell you
the truth, I don't care now. It's a great relief. His self-love
deceived him, I suppose. Perhaps the young lady coquetted a
little. The evidence would seem to point that way. Alfred not
arrived?'

'Not yet,' said Mr. Craggs. 'Expected every minute.'

'Good.' Mr. Snitchey wiped his forehead again. 'It's a great
relief. I haven't been so nervous since we've been in partnership.
I intend to spend the evening now, Mr. Craggs.'

Mrs. Craggs and Mrs. Snitchey joined them as he announced this
intention. The Bird of Paradise was in a state of extreme
vibration, and the little bells were ringing quite audibly.

'It has been the theme of general comment, Mr. Snitchey,' said Mrs.
Snitchey. 'I hope the office is satisfied.'

'Satisfied with what, my dear?' asked Mr. Snitchey.

'With the exposure of a defenceless woman to ridicule and remark,'
returned his wife. 'That is quite in the way of the office, THAT