. The Saturday evening post. (Continued from Page 144) miserably mute. With dignity Horaceturned away and strode onward into thegloom. They did not speak to one anotheragain until dinnertime. But when Blump-hill had withdrawn for a space Horace saidmagnanimously, Now lets have this out,Ernest. Ernest hesitated. I dont want you to think that its jeal-ousy on my part, old chap—or selfishnessor anything of that sort, he murmured. Well, lets have it out, old fellow, re-peated Horace. They had it out, with intervals of awk-ward silence, until one oclock next morn-ing. After an unsatisfactory nights
. The Saturday evening post. (Continued from Page 144) miserably mute. With dignity Horaceturned away and strode onward into thegloom. They did not speak to one anotheragain until dinnertime. But when Blump-hill had withdrawn for a space Horace saidmagnanimously, Now lets have this out,Ernest. Ernest hesitated. I dont want you to think that its jeal-ousy on my part, old chap—or selfishnessor anything of that sort, he murmured. Well, lets have it out, old fellow, re-peated Horace. They had it out, with intervals of awk-ward silence, until one oclock next morn-ing. After an unsatisfactory nights reposethey resumed it at breakfast. Its absurd, said Horace, to takesuch pessimistic views about things thatyou have no experience of. You havenever been married. You know nothingabout it. Your views are views drawnmerely from trashy, morbid, would-be-cynical modern novels. Well, but my dear fellow, said Ernest,you have never been married either. That is a very feeble retort, Ernest,said Horace—childish. I have eyes and
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