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UST draw vour chair round a little; 1 know there's a draught on that side. I did intend at onc time to have it cured in some way, but 1t docs not much matter now. ['ll have a screen put round your corncer to-morrow. Minc is comfortable enough.” This was said to me once winter evening by my cousin John Llder, as we sat on cach side of the fire in his paltlullally COSY’ dining-room, wherce the table, with its lamp, flowers, and des- sert, had been drawn up to an casy distance from our hands. BN i John wassipping ot port, and [ was cracking nuts, for which, in spite of my years, | have an abiding affection 3 and behind my chair was the door from which might, but did not, come the draught John was spcalxmo of. John 15 an clderly — gentle- man, a bachclor, very well off] very comfort- able, and wvery popular; but still rather mysteri- ously a buchelor, because he has always liked and been liked by women. [ am an elderly lady, a widow, and John and I have heen warm friends all our lives. The recason why I was sitting beside John's dining-room fire was that [ had come to pay im a v isit, and, as there were

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no other guests in the house, 1t was much more schsible {or me to stay and talk with him while he enjoyed his after-dinner case than to go away by mysclt mto the drawing-roon.

“There s no draught,” I said, * none at present, I am sure. Bth there may be when the wind i1s north, and a screen would make all safe.”

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