Part 8 (1/2)

V

THE COMIC SPIRIT

Pausing at the foot of the stoop, Miss Lessing looked up at the two young ,” she said with a pretty nod for P Sybarite; and, with its fellow for George, ”Good-evening, Mr Bross,” she added

Having acknowledged this salutation with that quaint courtesy which soar clerk

The latterwoman, and spluttered explosively; all with a blush so deep that its effect was apoplectic

Alar questioned P Sybarite with her lifted brows and puzzled eyes

”George is a little bit excited,” he apologised ”Every so often he becomes obsessed with mad desire to impose upon some simple and credulous nature like mine And failure always unbalances him He becomes excitable--ah--irrational--”

With an inarticulate snort, Mr Bross turned and fled into the house

Confusion possessed hiht of steps, he clawed the atet even!” he et hunk with that boob if it's the last act of loo he checked, clutched the banisters for support, and endeavoured to compose himself--but with less success than he realised

It ith a suggestion of stealth that he ascended the second flight--with an enforced deliberateness and caution that asted

For as he reached the top, the door of the back hall-bedrooh this aperture were visible a pair of bright eyes, with the curve of a plump and pretty cheek, and an adorable bare are?” Violet Prim demanded with vivacity

Reluctantly he stopped and in a throaty o off?”

”Fine!”

”He fell for it?”

”All over himself Honest, Vi, it was a scream to watch his eyes pop

You could've clubbed 'em outa his bean without touchin' his beak I 'led appreciatively

”You're a wonder, George,” she applauded ”It takes you to think 'em out”

”Ah, I don't know,” returned her adht, ain't he?”