divers of David's year having sought election, even
with bribes; but Barbara was new to me.

"Who is she?" I asked.

"She's my sister."

You may imagine how I gaped.

"She hasn't come yet," David said lightly,
"but she's coming."

I was shocked, not perhaps so much shocked as
disillusioned, for though I had always suspicioned
Mary A---- as one who harboured the craziest
ambitions when she looked most humble, of such
presumption as this I had never thought her
capable.

I wandered across the Broad Walk to have a
look at Irene, and she was wearing an unmistaka-
ble air. It set me reflecting about Mary's husband
and his manner the last time we met, for though I
have had no opportunity to say so, we still meet
now and again, and he has even dined with me at
the club. On these occasions the subject of Tim-
othy is barred, and if by any unfortunate accident
Mary's name is mentioned, we immediately look
opposite ways and a silence follows, in which I
feel sure he is smiling, and wonder what the deuce
he is smiling at. I remembered now that I had
last seen him when I was dining with him at his
club (for he is become member of a club of
painter fellows, and Mary is so proud of this that

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