So Mary never went before the Honorary Trier.
CHAPTER XI.
ADVENTURES IN SEARCH OF THE POLE.
"Oh, by the way, Miss Friscoe will not trouble you, you will be glad to hear," said Lillie, lightly.
"Indeed?" said Silverdale. "Then she has drawn a prize after all! I cannot say as much for the young man. I hardly think she is a credit to your sex. Somehow, she reminded me of a woman I used to know, and of some verses I wrote upon her."
("If he had given me a chance, and not gone on to read his poetry so quickly," wrote Lillie in her diary that night, "I might have told him that his inference about Miss Friscoe was incorrect. But it is such a trifle—it is not worth telling him now, especially as he practically intimated she would have been an undesirable member, and I only saved him the trouble of trying her.")
Lord Silverdale read his verses without the accompaniment of the banjo, an instrument too frivolous for the tragic muse.
LA FEMME QUE NE RIT PAS.