THE SILVER FOX 95 



the grimy cards, and wondered how it was 

 that so many impossible things were possible 

 in Ireland. 



The concert in the Parochial Hall at 

 Letter Kyle was neither more nor less than 

 such entertainments are wont to be. Lady 

 Susan, in her gorgeous sortie-de-hal, sat in 

 the front row and carried on a conversation 

 with Mr. Glasgow that, thanks to the vigour 

 of her lungs, was quite unhampered by 

 the efforts of the performers, and was only 

 interrupted when some achievement of 

 Letter Kyle millinery stupefied her into a 

 moment of silence. Slaney was inured to 

 parochial concerts. It was beside her that 

 Glasgow had sat at the last of them, not 

 so many months ago. She remembered 

 how angry Uncle Charles had been because 

 they laughed when the school- master's wife 

 had tranquilly omitted the top note in 

 '* The Lost Chord " as being beyond her 

 compass. To-night she felt as though a 

 wall had been built between her and the 

 founts of laughter. 



