Affairs i    s to deal eac year    o begin    globe-trotter, and ions o far-fetc opening s of    and ation. tton on a long, volatile monologue,    and alk about anyt all. Yet,    exception, ted sort of    every episode sioned. If saking Sammy to ted    as fn as if selling of an afternoon in Bagdad. Mr. Brook could not make it out.

        truto rutly clear, or at least clarified tuation. Mr. Brook ed a fire in ttle grate in ting room.    fortable and at peace t evening.    before tog feet, able by    brandy. At ten oclog s. t once, out of te stupor, four o ;t; t for t moment    place t once racked t afternoon o ack of s turned in by erpoint class. Noions of o itude, Madame Zilensky arted off ;One day,    of a patisserie, t;

        Mr. Brook jerked raig doered outside of class rut, s of o tell you s t te lunc tavern, so mention t s    ated for everything.

        Mr. Brook cracked    up from    rea ion. t day after day Madame Zilensky    trageous falseensely provoked.    into cte and made himself a sardine sandwich.

        An er, as    before tation o a scful uation impersonally and look on Madame Zilensky as a doctor looks on a sick patient. . S dissimulate ention to deceive, and trutold o any possible adva ive be all.

        Mr. Brook finis of t    midniganding came to    teag tiful and immeo    muc over for anyt so make up for it. If s over a table in ter declared t s t time playing cards, it o do bottle of e    over from ed ttle rag end of her personal life.

        Mr. Brook looked into tely disciplined mout, and a feeling of pity, protectiveness, and dreadful uanding. For a e of lovely fusion.

        Later o into    be practical.    did t Frencer all, or acles and put table by    e to an immediate uanding    i a situation ical. It    in Madame Zilenskys ill on. Mr. Brook got into bed, made terrible faces in tried to plan w    day.

        Mr. Brook rap Madame Zilensky as s o    long, and as soon as steps    her name.

        Madame Zilensky stood in t;s rest," she said.

        "Pray be seated, if you please," said Mr. Brook. "I ;

        Madame Zilensky put aside folio and leaned back ;Yes?" she asked.

        "Yesterday you spoke to me as I ; ;And if I am not mistaken, I believe you said somet a pastry s correct?"

        Madame Zilensky turned o one side and stared retrospectively at a er of the window sill.

        "Somet a pastry s; ed.

        ired face brig;But of course," s;I told you about time I anding in front of t;

        "Madame Zilensky!" Mr. Brook cried. "t;

        Madame Zilensky looked absolutely blank. ter an instant, sarted off again. "I anding in front of Bjarnes patisserie ;

        "Madame Zilensky, I just told you t t;

        "In ; sarted off again desperately, and again     as far as ther.

        "Finland is a democracy," ;You could not possibly    you    said is an untrutrut;

        Never after t t moment. In onis, dismay, and a sort of ered cerior    open and disie.

        "It is a pity," said Mr. Brook hy.

        But Madame Zilensky pulled oget;I am a Finn."

        "t I do not question," ans, ion it a little.

        "I ;

        "t may very ; said Mr. Brook in a rising voice.

        "In t; sinued passionately, "I rode a motorcycle and ;

        "Your patriotism does er into it."

        "Just because I am getting out t papers --"

        "Madame Zilensky!" said Mr. Brook. ;t is only an irrelevant issue. t is t you maintained aified t you sa you sa; But    finisopped    suddenly like a murderer. A great otion of feelings -- uanding, remorse, and unreasonable love -- made    speak until tation in ed doly, "Yes. Of course. t;

        An er, Mr. Brook sat looking out of trees along t estbridge street    bare, and took in ticed treet. It cimes before, so    t struck ra tcil    of sigurned in by terpoint
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