hands heartily with the worthy couple and took their leave.

Just before the dressing-bell rang Haldane burst in upon Wagram in a wholly unwonted state of excitement.

"What's this my little girl has been telling me, Wagram?" he said. "I must go and kill the scoundrel at once. I'll borrow the Squire's biggest hunting-crop."

"You can't, Haldane, if only that we haven't the remotest idea who the said scoundrel is. It's probably some miserable counter - jumper doing a bike round. But, sit tight; he's got enough to last him for many a long day."

"Did you cut him to ribbons? Did you?

"I cut his small-clothes to ribbons. By George, he'll have to launch out in a new biking suit. No; great as the offence was, even I think he got something like adequate compensation for it," added Wagram grimly, as he called to mind the fellow's insults-and their object.

And with this assurance Haldane had perforce to remain satisfied.

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GREAT Scott!" exclaimed Clytie Calmour as vehement ring sounded at the front gate, obviously produced by the owner of the large red head which surmounted that portal. "Great Scott! but whoever called this shebang Siege House named it well. Here's our last butcher pestering for his account for the seventh time. Now, dad, shell out."

"Don't talk rot, Clytie. You know I haven't got a stiver. He'll have to wait till next quarter-day. Tell him that, and let him go to the devil."

"Yes, yes; that's all right. But meanwhile we shall have to be vegetarians."

"This infernal dunning gets on a man's nerves. It oughtn't to be allowed," grumbled old Calmour, who, it being only breakfast-time, was not sufficiently drunk to philosophise.

"No, it oughtn't," cut in Bob; "but this time tell him we'll square with him next week to a dead cert, Clytie, and deal with him ever after. You know, dad. You were

forgetting," with a significant wink.

"I wonder what nefarious plan you're hatching between you," said Delia. "But I'd be sorry for Wells if he depended upon it for getting his money."

"Oh, shut up," snarled Bob. "You weren't so blazing straightlaced and sanctimonious until you got taken up by the nobs, either. By Jove, I believe Clytie's got round him after all. What a girl she is!"

For the exasperated tradesman, who had been delivering himself of all sorts of uncomplimentary sayings, on the appearance of Clytie on the scene had evidently thawed with a suddenness which was quite miraculous, and was seen to salute quite respectfully as he turned away.

"I've fixed him," she said serenely as she entered. "He'll send round. We shan't have to vegetate to-day."

This sort of incident was common at Siege House, which, by the way, had really been so named by a former owner who had taken part in the siege of Delhi. Indeed, it was a mystery how they lived. Old Calmour's pension was not large, and generally forestalled, yet somehow they managed to rub along.

"When are you going to start for Haldane's, Delia ?" went on Bob, who was inclined to make himself disagreeable.

"Soon."

"

Soon? Can't be too soon, eh? It's surprising how these old widowers freeze on to you. First Wagram, now Haldane," jeered Bob.

But there came a look into the face of his would-be victim that he did not like. Delia had a temper, both quick and hot when roused, as he had more than once had reason to know, wherefore now his asinine guffaw seemed to dwindle. Clytie intervened.

"You

"Shut your head, Bob," she said decisively. open it a great deal too much, and generally at the wrong time. Likewise clear; we've had enough of you. Besides, you're late. Pownall & Skreet must be absolutely languishing for you and your valuable services. Do you hear? Clear."

Whatever hold the speaker had upon Bob it was obviously a tight one, for he never failed in his obedience. Such was rendered grumblingly, indeed, but rendered it was. Now he retreated to the door, grunting a surly "All right.”

"What are those two up to, do you think, Clytie?" said Delia. "The old man's going to Pownall & Skreet's as well as Bob."

The last named at this juncture put his head in at the door to shout out:

"Which is the one, Delia? Wagram or Haldane?" and withdrew it in a hurry lest a well-aimed missile might considerably damage it-for of such were the ways of Siege House.

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"I don't know. There may be a judgment summons out against him that we know nothing about—or anything," answered Clytie with a tinge of anxiety.

"You don't think they're up to any mischief with regard to that wretched gnu affair?" said Delia anxiously. 'No-no; I've put my foot on that. And Pownall & Skreet are infernal thieves. Look how they fleeced me. They couldn't let Charlie Vance's thousand pass through their hands without sticking to a lot of it. Called it costs! Why, they ought to have got those from the other side. Well, that's all gone, and I don't know how we're going to raise the wind. A cool thou. wouldn't come in badly just now. By the way, Delia, supposing my scheme fell through, how would it be to bring off something of that kind-on the principle of 'half-an-egg'? And it would be a dashed sight more than a cool thou. this time, for the Wagrams are Croesus compared with the Vances."

answer.

"Oh, that'll do, Clytie. I suppose, as Bob says, I must have become straitlaced and sanctimonious; but I hate to look upon it in that light. I'm not meaning to reflect on you, mind; but, rather than do the other thing, I'd starve." "So might we. Oh, I don't mind," was the serene Only, look here, Delia, and see where we come in. It's like having first-rate teeth but nothing to eat with them. Here we are, two devilish good-looking girls, each in our own way, yet we get no show. What's the use of our looks if they're to be nothing more than an instrument for cajoling a red-headed butcher into giving us further 'tick'-as in the present case?"

"What's the use? None at all," said Delia bitterlynor ever will be. We don't seem to 'get there,' and it's my belief we never shall."

"We've a margin left yet, thank the Lord; and you never know your luck. Well, Delia, you've a ripping day before you, at any rate. If I were you I should start early and ride slow. You never look your best coming in hot and blown. And make all you can and half as much again of your chances, for, as I said, you never know your luck."

What Clytie had stated, in her characteristically slangy way, was rather under the truth. These two, possessed of exceptional powers of attractiveness, had, as she put it, "no no show." Nor did their relative attractions clash. The one, with her limpid blue eyes, Grecian profile, and tall serenity of carriage, made an effective contrast to the rounder, more voluptuous outlines of the other, with her dark, clear skin and mantling complexion, bright hazel eyes and full, ruddy lips. But their circumstances and surroundings were all against them; and, handicapped by tippling, disreputable old Calmour as a parent, those they would have had to do with fought shy of them, and those they would not-well, they would not.

"There's the second post," said Delia with a sigh. "More duns, I suppose."

She went to the door just as the postman rapped his double knock, and returned immediately with two letters. "Both for me, but I don't know the first at all." "It's Haldane, putting you off, of course."

"Oh, Clytie, don't," quickly answered Delia, to whom such an eventuality would have constituted the keenest of disappointments. No; it's all right," tremulously tearing open both envelopes. "But-they're not for me at all, they're for you. They're about typing, but they're both directed 'Miss Calmour.""

"Let's see." Then reading: "Madam,-you have been mentioned to me by Mr Wagram Wagram-' Ah, that's all right." And she went on with the letter, which ran to the effect that the writer wanted the MS. of a novel of 80,000 words typed, asking her terms, and throwing out a promise that, if such were satisfactory, he would be happy to entrust her with all his work. The name was a fairly well-known one.

"

"Now, what shall I ask him? If I say a shilling a thousand, there's a four-pound job. But, then, he may answer he can get it done for tenpence, which is quite If he had seen me I'd ask him fifteenpence.' "Do it anyhow. You can always come down." "No fear; not through the post. Well, I'll ask him a bob, and chance it."

true.