planks down a cake before him, at sight of which he gapes.

'What's the matter? Tell me, oh, tell me, mister.'

'That's exactly the kind of cake that her ladyship sends me.'

Mrs. Dowey is now a very glorious old character indeed.

'Is the waistcoat right, mister? I hope the Black Watch colours pleased
you.'

'Wha----t! Was it you?'

'I daredna give my own name, you see, and I was always reading hers in
the papers.'

The badgered man looms over her, terrible for the last time.

'Woman, is there no getting rid of you!'

'Are you angry?'

He sits down with a groan.

'Oh, hell! Give me some tea.'

She rushes about preparing a meal for him, every bit of her wanting
to cry out to every other bit, 'Oh, glory, glory, glory!' For a moment
she hovers behind his chair. 'Kenneth'! she murmurs. 'What?' he asks,
no longer aware that she is taking a liberty. 'Nothing,' she says,