Affairs in tment  s to deal eac year  o begin  globe-trotter, and ions o far-fetc opening s of  and ation. tton on a long, volatile monologue,  and alk about anyt all. Yet,  exception, ted sort of  every episode sioned. If saking Sammy to ted  as foreign as if selling of an afternoon in Bagdad. Mr. Brook could not make it out.

    truto rutly clear, or at least clarified tuation. Mr. Brook ed a fire in ttle grate in ting room.  comfortable and at peace t evening.  before tocking feet, able by  brandy. At ten oclock ing s. t once, out of te stupor, four o ;t; t for t moment  place t once racked t afternoon o ack of canons turned in by erpoint class. Noions of o itude, Madame Zilensky arted off ;One day,  of a patisserie, t;

    Mr. Brook jerked raig doered outside of class rut, s of o tell you s t te lunc tavern, so mention t s  accounted for everything.

    Mr. Brook cracked  up from  reaction ion. t day after day Madame Zilensky  trageous falseensely provoked.  into cte and made himself a sardine sandwich.

    An er, as  before tation o a scful uation impersonally and look on Madame Zilensky as a doctor looks on a sick patient. . S dissimulate ention to deceive, and trutold o any possible advantage. t ive be all.

    Mr. Brook finis of t  midniganding came to  teacing tiful and immense to  muc over for anyt so make up for it. If s over a table in ter declared t s t time playing cards, it o do bottle of ence t  over from ed ttle rag end of her personal life.

    Mr. Brook looked into tely disciplined mout, and a feeling of pity, protectiveness, and dreadful understanding. For a e of lovely confusion.

    Later on eet into  be practical.  did t Frencer all, or acles and put table by  come to an immediate understanding  in tment a situation ical. It  in Madame Zilenskys ill on. Mr. Brook got into bed, made terrible faces in tried to plan w  day.

    Mr. Brook rap Madame Zilensky as s o  long, and as soon as steps  her name.

    Madame Zilensky stood in t;s rest,quot; she said.

    quot;Pray be seated, if you please,quot; said Mr. Brook. quot;I ;

    Madame Zilensky put aside folio and leaned back ;Yes?quot; she asked.

    quot;Yesterday you spoke to me as I ; ;And if I am not mistaken, I believe you said somet a pastry s correct?quot;

    Madame Zilensky turned o one side and stared retrospectively at a corner of the window sill.

    quot;Somet a pastry s; ed.

    ired face brig;But of course,quot; s;I told you about time I anding in front of t;

    quot;Madame Zilensky!quot; Mr. Brook cried. quot;t;

    Madame Zilensky looked absolutely blank. ter an instant, sarted off again. quot;I anding in front of Bjarnes patisserie ;

    quot;Madame Zilensky, I just told you t t;

    quot;In ; sarted off again desperately, and again   as far as ther.

    quot;Finland is a democracy,quot; ;You could not possibly  you  said is an untrutrut;

    Never after t t moment. In onis, dismay, and a sort of cornered cerior  open and disintegrate.

    quot;It is a pity,quot; said Mr. Brook hy.

    But Madame Zilensky pulled oget;I am a Finn.quot;

    quot;t I do not question,quot; ans, ion it a little.

    quot;I ;

    quot;t may very ; said Mr. Brook in a rising voice.

    quot;In t; sinued passionately, quot;I rode a motorcycle and ;

    quot;Your patriotism does not enter into it.quot;

    quot;Just because I am getting out t papers --quot;

    quot;Madame Zilensky!quot; said Mr. Brook. ;t is only an irrelevant issue. t is t you maintained and testified t you sa you sa; But  finisopped  suddenly like a murderer. A great commotion of feelings -- understanding, remorse, and unreasonable love -- made  speak until tation in ed doly, quot;Yes. Of course. t;

    An er, Mr. Brook sat looking out of trees along t estbridge street  bare, and took in ticed treet. It cimes before, so  t struck range? t tcil  of sigurned in by terpoint