"Do tell us, Mr. Brunt, something about Miss Lamb."
"Miss Lamb that isn't," her niece explained. "Itis not fair, Mr. Brunt, to put your discretion to such a test."
"Thank you," Brunt answered gratefully. "Mr. Dickson and I are in rather a difficult position."
"Not at all," said I, cheerfully, thinking that the situation was worth working up. "We shall be happy to tell you anything about Miss Lamb which does not involve her identity. What would you like to know?"
"Oh, everything," said Mrs. Ellerton, hospitably. "Was Spoils her first novel?'"
"Yes."
"Remarkable young woman! And is she delighted with her success?"
"There can be no doubt of that."
"How old a woman is she?"
"About thirty-five."
"Come, Dick, do you think that's quite fair?" John remonstrated.
