"Do your worst..." Tydvil insisted emphatically. "Tydvil dear," broke in Amy, who had approached unnoticed, "you must not monopolise Mr. Senior."
"Your husband is enlisting my assistance in a cause very dear to his heart-- and mine," Nicholas added, smiling at her.
Amy nodded brightly. "He and Mr. Edwin Muskat are both enthusiasts in your own cause of prohibition. You will excuse Tydvil for his zeal."
"I am afraid," laughed Mr. Senior, "that I am as bad as he is. Do you know, Mrs. Jones, even after so brief an acquaintance I feel I know your husband almost as well as you do. We seem to have so much in common."
"I fear you are flattering Tydvil," Amy protested gaily. "You see, he has not had your advantages of travel, Mr. Senior."
"Ah! My dear lady," Nicholas responded, "it is not a qu
