"I had--in a very awkward position," he acknowledged. "And who the deuce put me there? I wonder----"
"Don't wonder, Tom," I cried, sharply. "The less wondering you do the better it will be for us both."
"You're right, Winifred, as you always are," he said, raising aloft the glass of bubbling brandy that the butler had brought to him, and nodding toward me. "Here's your good health, my dear, and bon voyage to us both!"
III.
Clarissa's Troublesome Baby.
For while the wheel of birth and death turns round,
Past things and thoughts, and buried lives come back,
I now remember, myriad rains ago,
What time I roamed Himâla's hanging woods,
A tiger, with my striped and hungry kind.
THE LIGHT OF ASIA.
CLARISSA'S TROUBLESOME BABY.
CHAPTER I.
MY LATE HUSBAND.
And while the wheel of birth and death turns round
That which hath been must be between us two.
--Sir Edwin Arnold.