HOW GEOFFREY RAVENSLEE DEPARTED FROM HELL'S KITCHEN
"What, back again already, Mr. Geoffrey?" exclaimed Mrs. Trapes, poking her head around the kitchen door, as Ravenslee entered the flat, "back so soon?"
"Only for a minute, Mrs. Trapes."
"Supper'll be ready soon--your wedding supper, eh, Mr. Geoffrey? You'll have it here with me, you an' Hermy, o' course! Smells kind o' good, don't it?"
"Delicious, Mrs. Trapes!"
"Delicious is the word, Mr. Geoffrey--stooed beef with carrots--"
"And onions, Mrs. Trapes--onions, I'm sure?"
"Well, I'll not deny a onion here an' there, Mr. Geoffrey--a stoo needs 'em."
"Ah, I knew it!" sighed Ravenslee. "I grieve that I shan't be able to eat it."
"Not eat--what, you? Say, y' ain't sick, are you?"
"Not in body, Mrs. Trapes."
"Then why no stoo?"
"Bec
