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He wished at those ti

A pleasant cumberer of the earth, he had wrapped his talents in a napkin and buried theotten where they were He was to find them later on, however, not particularly rusty, and he increased theh

It was this pleasant cu after Lily's return, stopped his car before the Cardew house and got out I his descent he turned, took a square white box from the car, ascended the steps, settled his neck in his collar and his tie around it, and rang the bell

The second man, hastily buttoned into his coat and with a faint odor of silver polish about hiave him his hat, but retained the box firmly

"Mrs Cardew and Miss Cardew at hoht tell Grayson I' out"

"Yes, sir," said the foot at home"

Pink sauntered into the library He was not so easy as his manner indicated One never knew about Lily Sometimes she was in a mood when she seemed to think a man funny, and not to be taken seriously And when she was serious, which was the way he liked her--he rather lacked humor--she was never serious about hiion once, he remembered She had wanted to know if he believed in the thirty-nine articles, and because he had seen them in the back of the prayer-book, where they certainly would not be if there was not authority for them, he had said he did

"Well, I don't," said Lily And there had been rather a bad half-hour, because he had felt that he had to stick to his thirty-nine guns, whatever they were He had finished on a rather desperate note of appeal

"See here, Lily," he had said "Why do you bother your head about such things, anyhow?"

"Because I've got a head, and I want to use it"

"Life's too short"

"Eternity's pretty long Do you believe in eternity?" And there they were, off again, and of course old Anthony had come in after that, and had wanted to know about his Aunt Marcia, and otherwise had shown every indication of taking root on the hearth rug

Pink was afraid of Anthony He felt like a sta fool when Anthony was around That hy he had invited himself to luncheon Old Anthony lunched at his club