250 ANGEL PAVEMENT

the three young men, who were now climbing on to
piles of chairs and tables in order to throw one another
a greater distance.

"I must say I didn't like the look of him very much/'
"That's sad, isn't it, Norman?" replied Miss Matfield
"Hadn't you better call at the office to-morrow morn-
ing and tell him so? What had I better do? Get another
job?"

"You don t mean to tell me you like that chap?"
"I don't know whether I do or not/' she told him,
with perfect truth, But her voice betrayed irritation.
"It doesn't matter, anyhow. I'll admit, though," she
added, more amiably, "that he does look a bit weird.
But he's rather amusing. Have one of his chocolates,
seeing that they're here, and don't talk so much."

The subject was dropped and when they talked again,
as they did at odd moments throughout the performance,
Mr. Golspie was not mentioned. The show itself was
neither better nor worse than the others she had seen
there. She liked the white-faced clown with the squeaky
voice who nearly fell into the orchestra pit, and the two
men who got involved in the most passionate argument
all about nothing, and the Spanish dancers, and the
wildly ridiculous schoolmaster. On the other hand, she
did not like the American cross-talking and dancing pair
or the two girls who sang at the piano or the various
acrobats and trick cyclists. Norman, who soon re-
covered from the ticket scene and settled down to enjoy
himself, to like as much as he could of the show and to
patronise the rest, was rather more human than lie had
been during the misery of dinner. Old Warwick was
banished at last, and the dull shade of Chestervern never
(ell on the talk.