trees the next morning--a secret appointment, too!--was certainly
consoling.

With a sudden sensation of being utterly sick of himself and his
feelings, tired of both Hyacinth and Eugenia, and bored to death at the
idea of all women, Cecil went to see Lord Selsey.




CHAPTER XIII


More of the Little Ottleys


'Fancy!' said Edith.

'Fancy what?'

'Somehow I never should have thought it,' said Edith thoughtfully.

'Never should have thought what? You have a way of assuming I know the
end of your story before I've heard the beginning. It's an annoying
method,' said Bruce.

'I shouldn't have been so surprised if they had been anywhere else. But
just _there_,' continued Edith.

'Who? and where?'