"None the less," I interjected, "you turned a very honest man into a thief, and a dog-thief at that; and he insists on reparation."
"Yes, indeed," said the mother, "it is really too bad. What reparation can we make?"
I don't pretend that my feelings are completely soothed, but the Clicquot 1904 which took the place of claret at dinner that evening was certainly very good.
LAURA DANCES TO HER MOTHER'S MUSIC.
See "The Innocent's Progress"—Plate 10
THE SUFFERER
Having engaged a sleeping-berth I naturally hurried, coin in hand, to the conductor, as all wise travellers do (usually to their discomfiture) to see if I could be accommodated with a compartment to myself and be guaranteed against invasion.
I couldn't.