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 to such excessive outbursts of vituperation never seemed to cross his mind. My trouble is the world’s; what else matters?

But at length, when hope was almost gone, the fly did make its appearance, and to his host’s immeasurable relief the unwelcome visi- tor began his hurried adieux. He muttered something about being glad to see him, hoped they would meet again soon, and the like, and turned with extended hand when Andromeda’s voice was heard calling: ‘Perseus! Perseus!”

Brenton shot bolt upright as though he had received a sudden shock, the extended hand fell with a thud to his side, and a wild, questioning look sprang to his eyes.

“Who is that?” he asked, his voice vibrating strangely.

“My wife.”

“T should like to make her acquaintance.”

Vermont did not attempt to hide his annoy- ance. He would have spared Andromeda this as he sought to spare her all unpleasantness, but he was no longer able to control the situa- tion. Still crying “Perseus! Perseus!” she entered the room.