The Descent of Man and Other Stories

ht of the distinguished novelist, Archer Hynes, hurrying into the waiting-room ahead of her. Hynes, on

it possible that we a

her two columns of praise in the Sunday "Meteor," a

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s is almost as goo

here elopements ou

not going to Ossini

remony in the cathedral-the ch

d why do you want to see it unveiled? Are you after copy-do

ted. "I'm going simply to plea

r un

, you know.

tack on your book? Is that prehistoric ass your uncle? Upon my soul, I think you're mig

riendship. My uncle felt dreadfully about having to speak publicly against my book-it was a great deal

, "I don't know that he didn't d

ting the counter and emblazoned with the conspicuous announcement: "Fast an

y. "How absurd! They've no right

y began to push their way through the cr

cious of the fixed stare of a pretty girl who whispered eagerly to her compani

ving her head a twist which swept her Gain

oman in spectacles, who clutched a copy of the "Journal of Psychology" on one drab-cott

e'? If so, let me thank you in the name of the Woman's Psychological League of

" said a fat man, pressing his good-h

ped into the space produced by this displacement, an

of elderly ladies and clergymen who seemed to belong to the same party, and

e going to the unveiling of the chantry window? The dear Bishop so hoped that you would do so! But perhaps I ought to introduce myself. I am Mrs. Gollinger"-she lowered her voice expressively-"one

lightly at the beginning of this speech, re

understood how my uncle was placed-I bore him no ill

ask he was ever called upon to perform-and, do you know, he quite feels that this unexpected

iled faintly. "D

at his disposal, just as he had begun to despair of raising them, he assured m

ed Mrs. Fetherel.

y appearing at the ceremony to-day, that there has been no break in your friendly relations, th

d on me," said Mrs. F

o be revealed by your brilliant but-er-rather subversive book. 'If you only knew my niece, dear Mrs. Gollinger,' he always said, 'you would see that her novel was written in all innocence of heart;' and to tell you the truth, w

thousands whom you have never seen. We all recognized you the moment you entered the train, and my friends here are so eager to make you