No one can think of the right reply. MRS. TWYMLEY, doing her best, ‘A short man, I should say, judging by yourself.’ She ought to have left it alone. MRS. DOWEY. ‘Six feet two--and a half.’ The gloom deepens. MRS. MICKLEHAM, against her better judgment, ‘A kilty, did you tell me?’ MRS. DOWEY. ‘Most certainly. He’s in the famous Black Watch.’ THE HAGGERTY WOMAN, producing her handkerchief, ‘The Surrey Rifles is the famousest.’ MRS. MICKLEHAM. ‘There you and the King disagrees, Mrs. Haggerty. His choice is the Buffs, same as my Percy’s.’ MRS. TWYMLEY, magnanimously, ‘Give me the R.H.A. and you can keep all the rest.’ MRS. DOWEY. ‘I’m sure I have nothing to say against the Surreys and the R.H.A. and the Buffs; but they are just breeches regiments, I understand.’ THE HAGGERTY WOMAN. ‘We can’t all be kilties.’ MRS. DOWEY, crushingly. ‘That’s very true.’ MRS. TWYMLEY. It is foolish of her, but she can’t help saying it. ‘Has your Kenneth great hairy legs?’ MRS. DOWEY. ‘Tremendous.’ The wicked woman: but let us also say ‘Poor Sarah Ann Dowey.’ For at this moment, enter Nemesis. In other words, the less important part of a clergyman appears upon the stair. MRS. MICKLEHAM. ‘It’s the reverent gent!’ MRS. DOWEY, little knowing what he is bringing her, ‘I see he has had his boots heeled.’ It may be said of Mr. Willings that his happy smile always walks in front of him. This smile makes music of his life, it means that once again he has been chosen, in his opinion, as the central figure in romance. No one can well have led a more drab existence, but he will never know it; he will always think of himself, humbly though elatedly, as the chosen of the gods. Of him must it have been originally written that adventures are for the adventurous. He meets them at every street corner. For instance, he assists an old lady off a bus, and asks her if he can be of any further help. She tells him that she wants to know the way to Maddox the butcher’s. Then comes the kind, triumphant smile; it always comes first, followed by its explanation, ‘I was there yesterday!’ This is the merest sample of the adventures that keep Mr. Willings up to the mark.