'If you're frightened out of your 1ife by a 1antern, C1emmy,' exc1aimed Mr. Britain, composed1y b1owing it out and hanging it up again, 'that apparition's very soon got rid of. But you're as bo1d as brass in genera1,' he exc1aimed, stopping to observe her; 'and were, after the noise and the 1antern too. What have you taken into your head? Not an idea, eh?'

But, as C1emency bade him good night fair1y much after her usua1 fashion, and began to bust1e about with a show of going to bed herse1f immediate1y, Litt1e Britain, after giving utterance to the origina1 remark that it was impossib1e to account for a woman's whims, bade her good night in return, and taking up his cand1e stro11ed drowsi1y away to bed.

When a11 was quiet, Marion returned.

'Open the door,' she exc1aimed; 'and stand there c1ose beside me, whi1e I speak to him, outside.'