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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Palais de Danse, the number of people who were willing to elevate themselves at home was insufficient to pay a dividend, and James Fountain, B. A., died in his hood; one Thursday explaining loosely, but with an air of being largely responsible for it, the Reason Why his readers saw their faces upside-down in a spoon, the next Thursday back for ever into the void from which our Wonderful World had itself once emerged. For a little while the allowance made by Ormsby to his father-in-law was regarded between them as a retaining fee, and it was almost developing into a pension to James Fountain's dependants when, just in time, the Cross-Word fever took possession of the country. Always the same, always game, John Fondeveril returned to business as `Macedon' of the Sunday Sun. The new office suited him no less well then the old. Writing, as the clue for `13 across', `I am a gasteropod with a trochiform shell and a low visceral hump' he could lose himself in a world of speculation as easily as when, in the old days, he had imagined himself Mr. Gladstone or Sir Garnet Wolseley, as easily as when, in later days, he had assumed a personal share in the laws of banking or refraction.
He looked at his watch again as Lady Ormsby came quietly up to his table.
`I'm sorry, dear,' she apologized. `I stopped to talk to the Wellards.'
'Eight-fifteen,' said Mr. Fondeveril, snapping his inscribed gold hunter and lowering it back into his pocket with both hands. 'Eight-fifteen, Maggie.'
`Ah, then I should have been late, anyhow. Did you
see the Wellards?'
`I bowed to Mrs. Wellard. A charming woman.' `Lovely.'

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