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The work of his office was carried to victory by Sir William Beveridge, Captain Tallents, Professor Gonner, and other very able men in charge of rationing; but this work must have failed had it not been for public confidence in Lord Rhondda's integrity; and, moreover, Lord Rhondda's character played no small part in firing that work with a zeal and passion which were excelled by no other department of public service.

Putting two and two together, she felt within her bones that they were thinking of the little model. And she remembered the interesting moment in the omnibus when that attractive-looking man had got out so hastily. There was no danger whatever from Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace feeling anything.

The girl is not worth your looking after. Turn her over to that Society Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace's thing whatever it's called." At a sound as of mirth Stephen, who was not accustomed to hear his brother laugh, looked round. "Martin," said Hilary, "also wants the case to be treated on strictly hygienic grounds."

"You know my daughter," she said. "Will you excuse me just a minute? I'm so very sorry." She glided towards the door, and threw a flying look back. It was one of those social moments precious to those who are escaping them. Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace was smiling, Stephen frowning at his boots; Mr.

"My dear," murmured Cecilia, "if you must go, do please tell Father." A minute later Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace came in, followed by a young man with an interesting, pale face and a crop of dusky hair. Let us consider for a minute the not infrequent case of a youth cursed with an Italian mother and a father of the name of Potts, who had baptised him William.

Your brother-in-law told me how interested you all were in her. Quite a romantic story, wasn't it, about her fainting from want of food when she first came to sit?" Cecilia murmured something. Her hands were moving nervously; she looked ill at ease. These signs passed unperceived by Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace, whose eyes were busy.

"I hope it never will come out," she was on the point of saying. "What will it be called?" asked Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace. "I gather that it's a book of Universal Brotherhood. That's so nice!" Cecilia made a movement of annoyance. "Who told you?" "Ah!" said Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace, "I do think your sister gets such attractive people at her At Homes. They all take such interest in things."

Some cases do baffle everybody. It's such very delicate work." "You sometimes find you let in a rotter?" said Mr. Purcey, "or, I should say, a rotter lets you in! Ha, ha!" Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace's eyes flew deliciously down his figure. "Not often," she said; and turning rather markedly once more to Stephen: "Have you any special case that you are interested in, Mr. Dallison?"

Turning the page which she had not been reading, she heaved a sigh. Thyme sighed also. "These worms are fearfully interesting," she said. "Is anybody coming in this afternoon?" "Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace was going to bring a young man in, a Signor Pozzi-Egregio Pozzi, or some such name. She says he is the coming pianist." Cecilia's face was spiced with faint amusement. Thyme snatched up her book.

When they had purchased a postal order for ten shillings, placed it in the envelope addressed to Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace, and passed the hundred doors of Messrs. Rose and Thorn, Martin said: "I'm going to see what that precious amateur has done about the baby. If he hasn't moved the girl, I expect to find things in a pretty mess." Thyme's face changed at once.