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discussion about some of the guests who were to be invited." "Did he object to any that were there?" "There was a gentleman there whom he did not particularly like, I think, but he made no objection to his coming; in fact, he seemed to feel that I might imagine he had an objection from a little discussion we had about inviting him; and afterwards, as if to make up for that, he placed this guest at his left hand." Stratton quickly glanced up the page of his notebook, and marked a little cross before the name of Stephen Roland. "You had another disagreement with him before, if I might term it so, had you not?" Mrs. Brenton looked at him surprised. "What makes you think so?" she said. "Because you hesitated when I spoke of it." "Well, we had what you might call a disagreement once at Lucerne, Switzerland."

The British Barbarians

THE BRITISH BARBARIANS I The time was Saturday afternoon; the place was Surrey; the person of the drama was Philip Christy. He had come down by the early fast train to Brackenhurst. All the world knows Brackenhurst, of course, the greenest and leafiest of our southern suburbs. It looked even prettier than its wont just then, that town of villas, in the first fresh tenderness of its wan spring foliage, the first full flush of lilac, laburnum, horse- chestnut, and guelder-rose. The air was heavy with the odour of May and the hum of bees. Philip paused a while at the corner, by the ivied cottage, admiring it silently. He was glad he lived there-- so very aristocratic! What joy to glide direct, on the enchanted carpet of the South-Eastern Railway, from the gloom and din and

"Will you tell me what it was about?" "I would rather not." "Will you tell me this--was it about a gentleman?" "Yes," said Mrs. Brenton. "Was your husband of a jealous disposition?" "Ordinarily I do not think he was. It seemed to me at the time that he was a little unjust--that's all." "Was the gentleman in Lucerne?" "Oh no!" "In Cincinnati?" "Yes." "Was his name Stephen Roland?" Mrs. Brenton again glanced quickly at the newspaper man, and seemed about to say something, but, checking herself, she simply answered--

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