ons got himse

, that left a deep impression on Mr. Polly's mind. He wondered ab

nchester department. By all the standards available he dressed it very well. By his own standards he dressed it

es' name for Mr. Garvace, the senior partner and managing director of the Bazaar-would think twice

llow artist he fell

d stiffness like a blessed Egyptian picture. No Joy in it, no blooming Joy! Conventional. A s

to a kind of quiet be

pause, a sava

Mr. Polly. "Go it, O' Man;

y, tasteful, correct, I grant you, but Bleak!" H

echoed

s of tidy little puffs, perhaps on

in church, O' Ma

said Parsons; "it ought to make

tt watched him ove

yo," said

"A New School! The Port Burdock school. Day after tomorrow I change the Fitzallan

ter of fact

. I've been holding myself in. I haven't done myself Justice. I've kep

gulped

good and a