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. â€"-.~- . . 3 THE DEAii AND sis DAUEHIER. cssr'rsa xi. Things went on in this way for several weeks. it may very well have been six or seven or even more ; I will not really un- dertake to say. I know, however, that I had heard from Sir Henry several times. With short-hand clerks at his disposal, his tendency to be prolix grew upon him, and I actually believe that the tedious letters he sent me were rough draft of despatches afterwards toned down, mellowed and varnished for the Foreign Ofiice. I used to read them, having nothing much else to do, and dutifully to acknowledge them and answer any questions they might contain. And in a dull methodical kind of way I folded them up and docketed them, and put them away in a despatchobox. This was really the only responsibility which my marriage at this time entailed upon me. Mrs.” Fortescue still stopped on, and showed no intention of going. She remind- ed me of one of those funny little animals which you see at the Aquariumâ€"the her- mit crab. Mr. Hermit Crab has pOWerful claws, and a well-armored chest, but the remain- der of his body is hopelessly soft and unpro- tected. So he fixeshimself,tail first,into some convenient shellâ€"usually that of adeceased whelk, hiding his defenceless portion within it. and boldly thrusting his mailed half out at the door. When he is tired of his par- ticular shell he gives it tip for another, and if he sees a Lmaller hermit than himself with a more comfortable home, hepromptly lugs him out of it and takes possession himself. This was Mrs. Fortescue all over. At present she had a shell that suited her. But shc‘was ready any day to change it for a better. She had not even the com- mon industry of the spider which constructs its own web, or the caddis worm which builds its own house. ‘ But on the other hand she was distinctly- amusing,and in many ways very useful. She was a parasite, no doubt, but one of those parasites that give be annoyance. 0n the contrary, she always had some happy sug- gestion as to how the day ought to be spent. She took all the trouble of house- I keeping ofl' my hands. She could guess ' my homers, and new to a nicety when to speak, and when to keep a tranquil and golden silence. And I think I may honestly say, that in my case at any rate, she was exempt from flattery, which is the besetting weakness of parasites. If anything, she was'frank, and would even take me to task with such justice that it was impossible to be angry, and with such geniality and humor that it was equally impossible not to be amused. In fact, 1 really believe that she had found me useful at the outset, and had ended by liking me as it was her nature to like anybody. Mr. Sabine soon became a regular visitor. There was no yachting at Brighton, he ex- p‘ained, because it was a lee shore, and harborless. The Brighton Harriers were leneath contempt, the thing was a gallopg from first to last,_with no hunting in it, and if there was a check for more than ten seconds, the bounds were lifted. It was no more hunting than circus riding in horsemanship. For himself. he had long ago come to the conclusion that one of the greatest pleasures in life is to do nothing in your way and at your own time. And he thus found sufficient occupation. When Mrs. Fortescue how lzc dealt with the “wicked old enemy,” and begged him with much coyuess to teach her his infallible secret of perpetual youth and spirits, he answered cheerfully that he feared the methods which be employed were beyond a lady’s reach- -‘rle need, he explained, to commence the day with a plunge into the sea from the bathing station under the end of the pier; then he allowed the weathvr to guide him. ionmtimes he would play tennis; at others he would go out with the fishing boats; at others walk or ride on the. downs. Some- times he would drive tandem, a secret, he added, which not even Americans had ever mastered. although American gentlemen were our equals in most things, and our pressed him as o beticrs in not a few. . Cricket, tandem, and tennis ; were all peculiarly English. They all required nerve, health. high animal spirits, and con- siderahle patience and practice : and it was for this reason that he was so fond of them. . Ofcoursc Mrs. Fortescue had nothing to say in reply. ' The least approach to common-sense was always sufficient to neutra‘ise her babble of common-place. And Mr. Sabine combined the strongest common-sense with a humor which. as he pleased, could be either genial or cmsperating. Mrs. Fortcscue certainly did not seem to find it- uinl. Some few days later was out alone, Mrs. Forteecue had got what she called a sick headache. I turned on to the Parade and was Alcisurcl ' making my way towards Hove, when recognized a springy step be- hind mc, and the next moment Mr. Sabine was at my side. I was more than usually disposed to wel-l ceme him, for I was irritated out of moss. one with the Dean, with my husband and l ilnight almost say with the world gener- al y. Mr. Sabine seemed to divine this. and almost majestically accommodated himself to my humor. I remember he had with him an immense hound almost as large asacslf,and brindlcd, with white teetmnd a white blaze on his chest. I inquired about the monster. and l Mr. Sabine told me that it was a bear-l bound from the kennels of the cm at Moscow, and that be had obtained it through the Russian Ambassador at Paris. “Look at him," he said. as, half in play, and half by way of reminder towards good behavior, he gave the brute a gentle kick in the ribs, "he will tackle a Russian bear almost as big and as heavy as a dray horse, and enjoy the business into the bargain : as for a man unarmed,he would tear his throat out in a moment.” “A nice sort of an animal to take about," I remarked. "I have been warned once or twice,” he replied, “that it was dangerous tohave him around but Serge obeys me don’t you, Serge ‘2" And Serge, hearing his name in the interrogation, looked up with an ugly kind of growl, fawned with his tail, and, in obedience of the gesture slunk to heel, and slouched along behind us. His manner in its canine fashion was so distinctly belligerent as to almost make one feel uncanny. Presently, Icannot tell how, I found Mr. Sabine talking to me .in a .low tone, but earnestly and almost passionately. I knew that I ought not to listen. I knew that I ought to leave him then and there, to seek any refuge, to escape from him under any pretext. And yet I listened and let hiiu talk on. , I had reitd before then how the serpent fascinates its prey, and how the snake charmer in his own turn asserts the ultimate superiority of man of fascinating the ser- pent. No one who has ever been in the East doubts for a moment that certain Hindoos possess this particular skill, just as certain men-«V an Amburgh, Carter, Bidel, and Maccomo are born dompleurs, before whom the savage beast quails. Now this man had this particular kind of power,whatever it may be and however ac- quired. There was nothing supernatural in it. Van Amburgh would have laughed in your face if you had told him that he re- lied upon auything beyond the power of his own nerves consciously exercised. .So it seemed to be with Mr. Sabine. He had made up his mind to have his own way, he took it, and he had it without the show of a dispute. For myself I ought hardly to say that I began to abandon all idea of resistance to his wishes ; for, to be exact, the very word abandon implies quite as much a conscious resolution as is involved in the act of laying goyn your arms or hauling down your ag. lsomeliow found myself drifting, as a sailing vessel will in a strong current when there is not so much as a capful of wind to fill her sails or give her the way to hold to her helm. I knew perfectly well what was going to happen. I could see it all before me as did Tennyson's “Lady of Shalott” when, “Seeing all her own mischance with a ghastly countenance she looked down to Camelot.” - Why should I trouble 1 Why weary myself ? Destiny was stronger than I and ‘would work things out in its own way. One evening, about the beginning of Nov- emberâ€"as a matter of fact it was the Very first day of_ that monthâ€"â€"Mr. Sabine called in the afternoon. It was five o'clock, and twilight was past. Mrs. Fortescue was indisposed. a bad sick headache had eon- fined her to her room. Such, at all events was her excuse; although I believe that, as a matter of fact, she was awaiting the arrival of certain very special cosmetics from__town, for the fresh air of Brighton tries ‘the complexion terribly, as poor Mrs. Skewton found out. ‘ After we had some tea Mr. Sabine sug- ested enroll, and I gladly threw on a heavy cloak and sallied out with him on to the Parade. We sauntered down the King’s Road, and as we made our way along a smart man in quiet navy blue and gold buttons, with a broad gold band round his cap, stepped forward, touched the peak of his cap, and fell back again. “ I had quite forgotten to tell you,” said Mr. Sabine carelessly, “my yacht is lying here. Would you care to see' her? We can go on board for a few minutes." We went down some battered old stone steps and picked our way over the shingle where a four-oared cutter was lying in wait every man at his thwart and the cox- swain in the stern. Ina moment we were off, and before I knew it I was on board the yacht. ' It was so dark that I could make very little out; but I distinctly remember the quiet luxury and comfort of the cabin, which was fitted in dark walnut with deep crimson velvet and gold and lit by swinging lamps most carefully trimmed. We seemed to have been expected. Any« how, a steward, unordered, brought in a variety of dainties worthy of the “Arabian Nights,” and 1 just remember running riot like a schoolgirl With a cup of chocolate,some superb grapes thickly covered with their own bloom and some little marvels of French confectionary, all of which appeared and disappeared. Mr. Sabine having obtaincil my permis- sion, by way of formality, to light a cigar, and having accomplished the process sat- isfactorily, removed it from his mouth and gravely commenced . " Suppose, Lady Craven, at this moment you began to hear the engines throb and to feel the vessel vibrate, and found that we had weighed anchor and were under steam for the South '2" I just hesitated for a moment. Then I looked at him and said defiantly : “ You would never do such a thing. You know as well as 1 do that it would be cowardly. And, whatever you are, you are not a coward.” He seemed pleased and laughed merrily. “No,” he said, “it would be a very cowardly thing to do and very treacherous. I always prefer fair fi ht. _, It is utterly untrue that all is fair in are and war. It is not fair, for instance, to buy a man's daughter at the price of his debts, a posi- tion, and an incomes I value nothing myself for which I have not fought. Look there." He pointed to the cornice of the cabin, and I saw in a small glass case, grinning through reeds and sedge, the head of an Indian tiger. Beneath in a small case hung a heavy hunting knife. "1 killed him with that.” he said: “rip. pol him up, in fact, before he had time to perform the same service for myself. Herc is one of his claws." And he ddtached from his watch-chain an immense talon set in a filagree of gold. “And here, if the sight of it will not make you scream or faint, is the scar.” And he drew up his sleeve above the elbow. There, clearly enough, ran down the whole length of the arm a long, deep scratch, looking as if some cruel steel hook had gagged like a ploughshsre through the es . I could not help a little cry. “Oh, no,” he laughed,you need not be afraid of me, Lady Craven. I love you too deeply not to respect you, and I have full faith in my own star. Everything in this world comes to the man who trusts himself, whether his object be an embassy, or a pearl beyond the price of empires. Come ; let me see you ashore.” ~ He blew a shrill call on a whistle and offered me his arm up the companion. At the side of the vessel lay the long boat, and after a very few strong, sharp strokes her bow was grinding on the shingle. He sprang on the beach- and held out his hand. In a‘ second I was by his side. We ' were exactly opposite the street leading to Montpelier Road, and in a very few min- utes I was at my own door. “I deserve something;” he said, with a low laugh, “for my self-denial in not slip. ping cable as, if I recollect my Eton days rightly, Jason did. But I will not inflict myself upon you tonight ; I shall try to nd you in to-morrow. ' Meantime I think I shall for once in a way stroll round to the club and have a game of billiards. I feel exactly in the nerve for it.” I had taken off my right glove and had given him my hand. He caught my hand and raised itto his lips. The glove he thrust into the breast of his coat, and he then stood barehsaded in the street for one or two brief seconds until the door had closed upon me. , Mrs. “Fortescue had heard that I was out. Apparently the news had restored her, for she had. come down to the sitting-room and was patiently awaiting my arrival. K “Where on earth have you been, dear Miriam, at this unearthly hour, and in this terrible weather '2" I looked her full in the face. “I have been to and fro upon the earth, Mrs. Fort- essue, something like Satan in the Book of Job, who went about looking for an honest man. I, however, have been looking for an honest woman, and, not finding her abroad, have come home to yourself. ” “You are joking, my dear,” simpered Mrs. Fortescue, as a bright red patch burst outupon each cheek, blazing luridly through the powder and enamel. “No, Mrs. Fortescue; on the contrary, I never was more in earnest in my life. And now that I am home at last. and really very tired with the sea air, I think 1 shall go straight to bed.” “Won’t you have any dinner ‘2” [declined all creature comforts, and in their place ordered an ample supply of hot water to be taken up to my bed-room. Then I sat for a while before the fire and watched its ruins crumble away into bridges and mountain-passes, and at last I arose with a superstitious kind of shudder, and, after a brief good-night to Mrs. Fortescue, made my way to my own room. The day had thoroughly wearied me out, and I was soon asleep. My sleep, however, was disturbed by dreams, not so much terrible as amusing. _ Somehow or other we were all on board the yacht together, and my father, in a moment of abject depression from sea- sickness, had proposed to Mrs. Fortescue and been accepted by her. And Sir Henry was writing ceaseless despatches, and talk- ing to everybody. And Mr. Sabine was at the wheel, and I was seated close by him. And then the sea and the sky together turnedinto one glorious glimmer of dim purple light. The waves fell. Our path lay through great beds of water-lillies, thestars hung down from heaven, as if you could reach out your hand and pluck them like ripe fruit. And then, somehow, there stole over me the sense rather than the sound itself of dim far-off music, and my tired eyelids closed on my tired eyes. CHAPTER XII One afternoon, aboutafortnight later, I was in the drawing-room, reading. It was a dull day, and I was near the fire, which crackled cheerfully. The particular book that interested me hap sued to be, by a curious kind of coinci ence, Beckford’s “Vathek.” I had given orders that I was not at home, so I was not troubled by. a loud knock at the door. To my surprise, the person who had knocked came straight in, straight up the staircasehthrew open the door and entered the room. It was Sir Henry himself, and he was obviously in a state of the most extreme and violent excitement. I rose to my feet and advanced to greet him, but he waved me back with both his hands, and I could see he was quivering with emotion. In a few seconds be sufficiently recovered himself to sit down. I, for my part, re- mained standing, not to give myself any advantage over him, but simply in utter bewilderment. ‘ When he found speech at last, his utter- ance Was slow and labored, and I cannot help admitting that I was seized with a fear lest he should be taken suddenly with a fit. "I have heard everything,” hu said, or stammered out, “and I know everything. Explanations and. excuses are out of the question. I have come down to-day, against the express advice of my solicitors, to let you know as much, and also to tell you that in this world we shall never meet again. I could wish it had been otherwise. It is a sad ending to my life, and it is absolute ruin to yours. But. we cannot undo what ‘has been done. I sup oseâ€"I know you never cared for me : but had hoped ou might learn, at any rate, to like me. ‘hat be e is now past, and it only remains for bot of us to forget, if we can possibly do so.” And here the old man fairly broke down. 1 was so astonished, that I could hardly ask what he meant, and what had happened to so agitate him. . "Don't pretend ignorance,” he replied. “you understand me perfectly well. Heaven knows this miserable business gives me more pain than it does you. Your father I do not suppose, will trouble himself. But I have my own honor to guard, and where that is consumed, I am resolute and immovable.” _ “Mmâ€"â€" Again I looked at him in blank bewilder- minf'd of. ll 11‘ ‘ on »sn e onwi ma im,” he proceeded. 2%: fict‘, I am snren'ythat he will never marry you, and had never the slightest intention of doing so, under any conceivable set of circumstances, whatever he may have led you to believe or on use. I may say ood~bye, I cannot say Goggles! you; but I ope that the remainder of ‘your life may be happy, and its end brighter than that of mine is now destined to be." Again I advanced towards‘him, and again he motioned me away. Then he passed through the door, and I heard him descend the stairs- with slow steps and make his way into the street. From the window I saw him get into a fly, and motion the fly- man to drive away. I sat- down for some few minutes and wondered ; but my wonder did not hel me to any solution of the problem. Then hastily hurried on a bonnet and cloak, and made my way down to the Parade, where I walked slowly along, revolving the situation and wondering dazedly what might come of it. Never. I-suppose, could woman have‘felt- more‘ helpless and isolated in this world. My father, the Dean, was the frailest of all broken reeds. Jackson had evidently some- how been making mischief for her own pur- poses. Musqabine had gone to town, as I knew. Mrs. Fortescue was the only soul to whom I could turn: and I had never longed for her so much as I did at that minute. As luck would have it I met her within a very few seconds. She was making her way homewards and quickened her pace as she saw me. “Why, Miriam, what is the matter with you ? You look as if you had seen aghast: and I believe you are trembling. In fact, I can see you are. We cannot go to Mut- ton’s with you looking like that. Now just come with me.” She seized my arm, hurried me along for some few yards, and then dragged me into a chemists shop, where she administered a compound which she ordered unhesitating- ly. One notices trifles at times like these, and I noticed that the chemist seemed amused at her professional knowledge. The mixture wasa curious one. It tasted, y or rather smelt of chloroform, spices, and lavender. But within aminute after I had swallowed it, I felt the color returning to my cheeks, and blood coursing-through my veins. We left the shop, and made the best of. our way home. Mrs. Fortescue motioned me to the sofa and said, “Lie down my dear child.” Then she rang the bell sharply, and inquired for J acks'on. Miss Jackson had gone out. “ That is all right,” laughed Mrs. For- tescue, as the door closed. Then she locked the door itself, and gently and deftly inserted her pocket-handkerchief into the key-hole. Then she came and sat down on the edge of the sofa by my side. ‘ “ Now, my dear, I can guess pretty well what is coming ; but at the saute time, I am dying to hear all about it from yourself in your own way. Of course, you have heard from that old mummy, and he has threatened all kinds of things." “ Sir Henry has been here,” I replied. “ Whew 1” Mrs. Fortescue fairly whist- led in her amazement. “ I never knew such a mummy so galvanized before. Come here himself, has he '3 And did he condescend to articulate speech, or was he di lomatie and unintelligible ? Or the he tear is wig, and crack his stays with emotion, genuine or feigned ‘2” “ Not at all,” I said. “ None of these things. The matter is far more serious than you think, and of that I am con- vinced. He was very deeply moved, and evidently in earnest. He told me that we should never meet again, and that I was disgraced forever, that he had left the whole matter to his solicitors, that he should refuse to see me, and that he should take no explanation or excuses.” ping her lips together smartly. “,Oh, indeed, what a. very big man to be sure i Almost too big to condescend to be Amâ€" bassador, even at St. Petersburg. Well, my dear I should say'for my part, if I were you, that the whole thing was a lucky riddance of bad rubbish, and should be disposed to feel correspondingly thankful. And is that really all 2" “Thatis all," I answered. “Surely it is enough.” “Enough, my dear Miriam,” said Mrs. Fortecue. “Quite enough. I do not see how things could possibly have turned out better." ~ .1 o This was a novel view of the situation for me, and I wondered what it might mean. “ Look here, my dear," and the’little woman began to check off her points u on her fingers. “You are rid of your fat er for life, that is the first clear point you have scored. You are rid of your husband, who says he is never coming back. Mind you keep him to that promise. lVell, that is the second point. You have not a mag- nificent but a very good income. You are entirely your own mistress, and of course the. old fellow cannot live for ever. What there is to grizzle about I fail to see.” “Sir Henry is going to divorce me.” I stammered out. ” I shall be disgraced for ever," and here I fairly broke down. “ Divorce you l" cried Mrs. Fortescue. “ Where are his proofs ? He can't go into Court on his suspicions, you know. Sue. picions go for nothing, even in diplomacy. Where are his proofs ?” At this moment there was a knock at the door. I held up my finger for silences and then quietly undid the lock. It wa, the housemaidâ€"a pleasant girl enough, too honest to have been listening, and too simple to have understood anything if she had. “ What is it, Mary?” I asked. ” If you please, my lady, Miss Jackson has just gone away, my lady, and have told me to tell your ladyship that her wages is paid up to date, and that she’ll send for her boxes to-morrcw morning.” Mrs. Fortescue looked at me and laughed. “Voila lavipere dans les flours. That woman was about as bad and treacherous an egg as ever was hatched into a basilisk or cockatrice, or whatever: you call it. Now we know everything, my dear. “Tell a lie and stick tojt. which is the eleventh commandment with promise.’ Dear me, dear me, what feels we must have been! Do you know I really feel, as if I should like tohsve that woman stabbed in the back, or tied up in a sack and thrown into the sewers ; or otherwise unpleasantly dis- posed of." (To BF. cosrixczo.) “ Oh, indeed,” said Mrs Fortescue, snap- ..~_... - _..... .. V_._.â€"aâ€"â€"o,., ALuosr rec coon ‘ ‘ Brave Sci-gt. Danch White-An Incident oflhe Liens: Mutiny. Atthe talkingof the Shah Nujeefpneof the bloodiest engagements of the Sepoy Mnfiny. l7hr: English troops had to face not only bullets but arrows. This mode of warfare made a particular impression upon Sergeant Daniel White, who, besides being the cool. Bet and bravest man in his regiment, was an °xcellent vocalist and amateur actor. Un- der fire he was as cool as if he had been acting 8 part on the stage. On the day in Question, when White raised his head above the wall. an'arrow was shot right into his feather bonnet. In~ side the wire cage of the bonnet he had put his forage cap, folded up, and in this the arrow stuck. “ Dan. as he was called, pulled {out the arrow coolly, and at once paraphrased a quotation from the “ Legenp of Montrose." . “ My conscience l" he said, “ bows and arrows ! bows and arrows ! Ilave we got Robin Hood and Little John back again? Bows and arrows! My conscience ! And why not weavers’ beams as in the days of Goliath? Well, well. Jack Pandy, since bows and arrows are the words, here's at you l ” With that he raised his bonnet on the point of his bayonet above the wall, and instantly another arrow pierced it through, while a dozen more whizzed a little wide of the mark. Just then a poor fellow, raising his head for an instant above the wall, got an arrow lthrou h his brain. As he fell dead at our feet, Seargant White exclaimed, “ Boys, this is no joke. We must pay them off.’ We all loaded and capped. and pushed our bonnots up again. A shower of arrows went past or through them, and then we sprang and returned the fire. Several of the enemy tell. ' But one of our men exposed himself a little too long, and an arrow was sent through his heart, passing clean through the body and falling on the ground some ards behind him. He leaped into the air and fell stone dead. _ White could not resist another quotation, this time from “ Chevy Chase :" He had u. how bent in his hand Made of a trusty trco. An arrow of acloth-yard long Up to the head drew be. A ninst Slr Hugh Montgomerio 0 right his shaft he set. The rey goose wing that was thereon In is heart's blood was wet. Readers who have never been under ex- citement of a fight like this, may think that such coolness is an exaggeration. It is not so. The men here written of had stood in the “Thin Red Line" ofBalsclava without wavering. If familiarity breeds contempt, continued exposure to danger breeds coolness, and, it must be added, sel- fishness as well. -â€"â€"â€"â€"¢-â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" Australian Butter in England. During the last five years the importation into England of butter from Victoria has been rising by leaps and bounds. When it began in 1889, the value of the butter which the colony sent to the English market was £51,300. In the four following years it was respectively £91,200, £225,000, £404,430 and £761,273. The average price during the last butter season, which has Just clos- ed, was lld. per pound. The great market which the Australian farmer has just dis- covered for butter has inspired him. With the ambition to try the same experiment with cheese, and accordingly that commo- dity is to form a great feature of tho Aus- tralian imports next year. The 220 tons of cheese which were shipped last season have found a ready sale at prices which are sat- isfactory to the Australian dairy farmer. The British agriculturistis thus face to face with a new and enterprising enemy on the other side of the globe, who can beat him ‘ in a department of his business which is not dependent on the low price of wheat. The Canadian farmer had better look to his laurels. __.__.___.â€"â€"â€"â€"-â€"-â€"â€" 2,000 DROWNED IN THEIR BEDS. Appalllng Floor! ln Chinaâ€"The Water Was 27 Feet. A Shanghai correspondent writes under recent datc:â€"At Yangtsekiang at Hanyang' ‘the populous city opposite Hankow on April 21th,a sudden freshet swept from the Han River. The first rush presented almost the appearance of a wall of water. .The flood, strewn with wreckage of all kinds, rose six feet an hour. Seven hundred large junks and boats were dashed to pieces. The loss of life is appalling, the estimate being that nearly 2,000 men, women and children, the most of whom were sleeping in their beds, Wel'o drowued. Official reports record the recoveig of 1,500 bodies between Younglo and ankow, while many others are known to have been washed ashore and buried. Three hundred bodies. were thrown up on the bank at one point. At several places where the river was nar- row the water rose ‘27 feet in as many hours. CRIMINAL COLLUSION. AGrnnd Trunk onlclal Sold to be In Wills scans: of Confidence Men. Special Agent James C. Maxwell, of the Grand Trunk railroad, is under arrest at Chicago, charged with being implicated in the fatal shooting on an incoming train the other night of George C. Newcomh, assist- ant special agent of the Western Indiana railway. Maxwell after the shooting re- ported that Newcomb had been shot by con- fidence men ; but in an ante-mortem state- ment the latter made disclosures that in- dicate the existence of a conspiracy between Maxwell, the chief prosecuting a cut of the Grand Trunk, and the gauge confio deuce men which has been operating on the road, to rob the passengers and divide the plunder. Newcomb, whois dyin *at Mercy hospital, thinks he was shot cause he would not join in the villainous enterprise. Hicksâ€"“What queer terms are employed in our everyday language. Uryleigh speaks of the book he hasjust writunas a ‘work,’ " Wicksâ€"“l guess you never tried to read |that book." '