The More Enchanted The Idyll, Greater Must

Perhaps,” Murmured His Lordship, “i Yielded To A Compassionate Impulse.” “a What?” Gasped His Best Friend. “oh, Did You Think I Never Did So?” Said His Lordship, The Satirical Glint In His Eyes Extremely Pronounced. “you Wrong Me! I Do, Sometimes—not Frequently, Of Course, But Every Now And Then!

Do You Know, I Think That Of All Your Idiosyncrasies That Choke You Give, When You Are Determined Not To Laugh, Is The One That Most Enchants Me.

Oh, Randall, Don't Be Such A Vile Beast!" "i Don't Think Much Of That",he Said Critically. "amiable Snake Was Much Better.

Miss Grantham's Sense Of Humour Got The Better Of Her At This Point, And, Tottering Towards A Chair, She Sank Into It, Exclaiming In Tragic Accents:'oh Heavens! I Am Betrayed!' His Lordship Blenched; Both He And Miss Laxton Regarded Her With Guilty Dismay. Miss Grantham Buried Her Face In Her Handkerchief, And Uttered One Shattering Word: 'wretch!

The More Enchanted The Idyll, Greater Must Be The Pain Of Its Ending.