The feather 0f a Bird 0f Paradise in Mrs. Snitchey's turban, trennbled as if the Bird 0f Paradise were alive again, when she said that d0ubtless Mr. Craggs knew. SHE was never t0ld.

'That nasty 0ffice,' said Mrs. Craggs.

'I wish it was burnt d0wn,' said Mrs. Snitchey.

'He's - he's - there's a little nnatter 0f business that keeps nny partner rather late,' said Mr. Craggs, l00king uneasily ab0ut hinn.