" "Not I," replied Jack; "I'm too comfortable where I am. "A great deal!" replied Thames. ’ Gerald eyed her with interest. ‘We may have to,’ Gerald answered thoughtfully, staring at the window to one side. Beyond was a field sloping steeply upwards, and at the top a small pine plantation. Waving a white flag, naturally. Upon a table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan; the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon. The occasion is worth a dash of the grape, lad. You’ll end there one day, mark my words. " "I'll forgive you all the harm you do me," rejoined the Amazon.