There isn’t a sail here that 1 want to
speak to, she thought, settling into the
comfortable corner-placee w hich (heyouth
ful professor had secured for her; and
then as her eye caught the square-shouldr
ed back of a cln ck-coated man in the dis
tance, she added mentally: "That looks
like a nice man. Mis hair is cut beauti
fully ho r t. and lie’s got a brown neck ind
a properly iro.,ed collar. He reminds me
of poor Dick."
But, directly after, the train steamed
out of the station and Lidy Loveday*s re
miniscences came to an end. She had to
make conversation vith tier cicerone for
tlie day and a whole carriageful of other
people. By the time they had arrived at
the pit’s month and were waiting
their turn to go down, Lena was not sun
dial she wanted to engage in such a js-rd
ous experiment.
Only about a quarter of the truinful of
people could be accommodated under the
shed which covered the shaft, the rest
were waiting outside. Finally, however,
she was jammed with some seven or eight
other people, including her scientific ad
mirer, in the baize-covered Packet, and
was emptied out after an uncanny de
scent through a buck void, into ttie brown
walled Jc ive nat the Int o 11. I’h * mine
had been decorated with thousands of
candles io honor of the event, an i each
person was provided with a tallow dip
stuck in to a wooden handle. Down in
the depths of the mine. The Scotch pro
fessor waxed confidential, not to say ten
der.
“This man is getting a bore,” thought
Lady Loveday; *1 must realty evade him
somehow,” and with another turn of the
rock she managed to slip away from him.
