Page 89 of 135 CHAPTER XV--A RESCUE - A Duet

So it was that Frank, coming down upon the morning of his birthday, perceived a pretty silver cigarette-box laid in front of his plate.

'Is this for me, my darling?'

'Yes, Frank, a wee present from your wife.'

'How sweet of you! I never saw such a lovely case. Why, there's something inside it.'

'Cigarettes, I suppose.

'No, it is a paper of some kind. "Hotspur Insurance Company." Good Lord, I never seem for one instant to be able to shake that infernal thing off! How on earth did it get in there? What's this?--"I hereby guarantee to you--" What's this? Maude, Maude, what have you been doing?'

'Dear old boy,' she cried, as she put her arms round him. 'Dear old boy! Oh, I DO feel so happy!'

		"Gambling promises the poor what property performs for the rich, something for nothing." George Bernard Shaw