The haughty young lady counted out the money and departed.
Grindley junior, peeping from behind a tin of Abernethy biscuits,
noticed that as she passed the window she turned and looked back.
She was a very pretty, haughty lady. Grindley junior rather
admired dark, level brows and finely cut, tremulous lips,
especially when combined with a mass of soft, brown hair, and a
rich olive complexion that flushed and paled as one looked at it.

"Might send that telegram off if you've nothing else to do, and
there's no particular reason for keeping it back," suggested Mrs.
Postwhistle.

"It's only just been handed in," explained Grindley junior,
somewhat hurt.

"You've been looking at it for the last five minutes by the clock,"
said Mrs. Postwhistle.

Grindley junior sat down to the machine. The name and address of
the sender was Helvetia Appleyard, Nevill's Court.

Three days passed--singularly empty days they appeared to Grindley
junior. On the fourth, Helvetia Appleyard had occasion to despatch
another telegram--this time entirely in English.

"One-and-fourpence," sighed Grindley junior.

Miss Appleyard drew forth her purse. The shop was empty.

"How did you come to know Latin?" inquired Miss Appleyard in quite