'AIRY FAIRY LILIAN.' 19
I remember all about it. I insist on your eating your
breakfast, or you will have that beastly headache back
' My dear,' says his mother entreatingly, ' do you
think you could be silent for a few minutes while I dis¬
cuss this subject with you."* brother ?'
' I shan't speak again. After that severe snubbing
consider me dumb. But do get it over quick,' says
Cyril. ' I can't be a mute for ever.'
' I suppose I had better say yes,' says Guy doubt¬
fully. ' It looks rather like the dog in the manger
having The Cottage idle and still refusing Trant's
' That reminds me of a capital story,' breaks in the
irrepressible Cyril gaily. ' By Jove what a sell it was !
One fellow met another fellow------'
' I shall refuse, of course, if you wish it,' Guy goes
on, addressing his mother, and scorning to notice this
' No, no, dear. Write and say you will think about it.'
' Won't you liaten to my capital story ?' asks Cyril
in high disgust. ' Very good. You will both be sorry
afterwards—when it is too late.'
Even this awful threat takes no effect.
'Unfortunately I can't do that,'says Guy, answering
Lady Chetwoode. ' His friend is obliged to leave the
place she is now in, immediately, and he wants her to
come here next week—next'—glancing at the letter—-
' Misfortunes never come single,' remarks Cyril;
* ours seem to crowd. First a ward and then a widow,
and all in the same week.'
'Not only the same week, but the same day,'
exclaims Lady Chetwoode, looking at her letter;
whereupon they all laugh, though they scarcely know
'What! Is she too coming on Saturday?' asks
Guy. 'How ill-timed! I am bound to go to the