no idea of the tortures I should suffer, Mr. Hartright, if Louis dropped that portfolio. Is it safe on the chair? Do YOU think it safe, Mr. Hartright? Yes? So glad. Will you oblige me by looking at the drawings, if you really think they are quite safe. Louis, go away. What an ass you are. Don’t you see me holding the tablettes? Do you suppose I want to hold them? Then why not relieve me of the tablettes without being told? A thousand pardons, Mr. Hartright; servants are such asses, are they not?
horse was instantly pulled up, a few yards beyond the dark place where I stood.
“Policeman!” cried the first speaker. “Have you seen a woman pass this way?”
“What sort of woman, sir?”
“A woman in a lavender-coloured gown----”
“No, no,” interposed the second man. “The clothes we gave her were