Anything seems commonplace, once explained.

It is, I admit, mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?

Eliminate all other factors, and the one which remains must be the truth.

Am dining at Goldini's Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel, and a revolver. S. H." It was a nice equipment for a respectable citizen to carry through the dim, fog-draped streets.

A trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so.

It is all in the way of professional experience.

You know how easily and suddenly these things happen, beginning in playful teasing and ending in something a little warmer than friendship. You squeeze the slender arm which is passed through yours, you venture to take the little gloved hand, you say good night at absurd length in the shadow of the door. It is innocent and very interesting, love trying his wings in a first little flutter.