turned resolutely away.

"I say," said the girl quietly.

I swung round and looked at her. She still sat upon the edge of 'The
Nobleman,' her little gloved hands gripping the rim on either side of
her. Her face was raised a little, but she was looking down. One
slight leg thrust out from under the blue frock, its dainty instep
gleaming under the silk stocking. The ankle above it, very slender;
the bucked shoe literally beaming with pride.

"Yes?" I said.

"I haven't seen a bath I like, either," she said simply.

At this moment the partner came bustling back, full of apologies.
Stifling a desire to strangle him, I congratulated the good man upon
the condition of my hat, and turned to the girl.

"Then, as we both want to see some baths, perhaps we might look at some
together?" I said.

"I think so."

"If you please, madam," said the partner. He turned to 'The Duchess.'
"Now, this is a first-class bath. One of our very latest models. Only
this morning we received an order from Ceylon ..."

Fortunately, we were both a little behind him.

No one can say that we did not weigh the merits of the various baths
carefully. We passed from one to another, asking questions, receiving
information, examining, criticizing, discussing for over an hour. Four
times, to our great joy, the excellent partner actually climbed into a
bath, the more satisfactorily to emphasize its advantages. As he sat
there, faithfully reproducing the various movements of the arms,
universally, I suppose, employed in the process of ablution, the living
picture which he presented, put an obviously severe strain upon the
gravity of my companion. And when, in response to a daringly ingenuous
thirst for intelligence on my part, he proceeded to demonstrate the
comparative ease with which a left-handed bather, suffering from
sciatica, could manipulate the taps from the wrong end of the bath, the
girl hurriedly sought the shelter of a convenient pillar to hide her
open merriment. We had a great time.

Finally, we each gave an order for a 'Pompadour, which seemed, on the
whole, to merit the palm. It was certainly the last word in the bath
line.

While she was giving her name and the address of the home, which her
new bath was to adorn, I strolled a little apart, thinking. When she
had finished, the partner turned to me.

"I think I have the address, sir. The same as before?"

"That's right," said I. "I'm going down there on Tuesday.