of Antony it was not until she had previously lived a great while with
Cæsar.
So Felix Kennaston had his hour. Now Margaret has gone into Selwoode,
flame-faced and quite unconscious that she is humming under her breath
the words of a certain inane old song:
"Oh, she sat for me a chair;
She has ringlets in her hair;
She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother"--
Only she sang it "father." And afterward, she suddenly frowned and
stamped her foot, did Margaret.