BLACK LARRY i6i 



A woman's intuitive knowledge teaches her how 

 to act in every situation love can place her in, 

 from the first glance to the last embrace ; her male 

 and female ancestors whisper to her what to do 

 dow^n the long whispering gallery of the past. 

 They whispered nothing now. Miss Grimshaw 

 had relatives long dead who, fur-covered, tailed, 

 and hving in trees , l> ad dropped cocoa-nuts on the 

 heads of rivals; tlicse gentlemen and ladies could 

 give her no advice. Cave-dweUing ancestors, 

 whose propositions were urged with stone clubs, 

 were equally dumb; even her more near and 

 cultivated forebears had nothing to say. 



It was an entirely new situation in love. Two 

 men " playing the game," and determined to take 

 no mean advantage one of the other — even love 

 himself found the situation strange and had no 

 suggestions to offer. 



The next morning was dull, but fine; the sky 

 had hfted, thinned, and become mackerelled; 

 between the ribs of cloud a faint bluish tinge here 

 and there told of the blue above; the mountains 

 sat calm and grey upon the horizon; they had 

 drawn a great way off, as if to make way for the 

 coming sunshine. Fine weather w^as at hand. 



In the hall of Drumgool the luggage was piled, 

 waiting for the wagonette. The servants and 

 the luggage were to go in the wagonette, and 

 so carefully had Mr French thought out the 

 problem before him that he had hired the horses 

 and the wagonette the day before, not from 



