heart, and to a rational train of thought quite fatal.
For it was cut low in the neck; and Margaret's neck and shoulders
would have drawn madrigals from a bench of bishops.
And in consequence, Billy Woods ate absolutely no dinner that evening.
It was an hour or two later when the moon, drifting tardily up from
the south, found Miss Hugonin and Mr. Kennaston chatting amicably
together in the court at Selwoode. They were discussing the deplorable
tendencies of the modern drama.
The court at Selwoode lies in the angle of the building, the ground