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"Not a doubt of it, h it myself"

He was silent, and his eyes wandered away to the faroff woods, perhaps back to those distantface, but only for an instant He shook off his depression, and his old smile came back as he said: "It's serious, then?"

"Yes, very serious"

"I'irl"

"Isn't she lovely?"

"Better than that, ood What do you know about her?"

"Only that she is a bad dancer"

"That's so, to be sure"

"But it isn't all"

"Well, no But never mind, find out the rest, speak to her, declare your passion, ask for her hand, andahead!"

"My dear fellow, that is the best and wisest plan; these vague idyls ought to be hurried on, either to a painless separation or an honorable end in wedlock In your place I should begin to-morrow"