." They moved away quietly enough, but were only biding their time, and the rest of the conversation was punctuated by peals of ungovernable laughter.
    Lowering his voice and infusing a hint of reproof into it, he said: "Evie will probably be married in September.  We could scarcely think of anything before then."
    "The earlier the nicer, Henry.  Females are not supposed to say such things, but the earlier the nicer."
    "How about September for us too?" he asked, rather dryly.
    "Right.  Shall we go into Ducie Street ourselves in September?  Or shall we try to bounce Helen and Tibby into it?  That's rather an idea.  They are so unbusinesslike, we could make them do anything by judicious management.  Look here--yes.  We'll do that.  And we ourselves could live at Howards End or Shropshire."
    He blew out his cheeks.  "Heavens!  how you women do fly round!  My head's in a whirl.  Point by point, Margaret.  Howards End's impossible.  I let it to Hamar Bryce on a three years' agreement last March.  Don't you remember?  Oniton.  Well, that is much, much too far away to rely on entirely.  You will be able to be down there entertaining a certain amount, but we must have a house within easy reach of Town.  Only Ducie Street has huge drawbacks.  There's a mews behind."
    Margaret could not help laughing.  It was the first she had heard of the mews behind Ducie Street.  When she was a possible tenant it had suppressed itself, not consciously, but automatically.  The breezy Wilcox manner, though genuine, lacked the clearness of vision that is imperative for truth.  When Henry lived in Ducie Street he remembered the mews; when he tried to let he forgot it; and if anyone had remarked that the mews must be either there or not, he would have felt annoyed, and afterwards have found some opportunity of stigmatizing the speaker as academic.  So does my grocer stigmatize me when I complain of the quality of his sultanas, and he answers in one breath that they are the best sultanas, and how can I expect the best sultanas at that price?  It is a flaw inherent in the business mind, and Margaret may do well to be tender to it, considering all that the business mind has done for England.
    "Yes, in summer especially, the mews is a serious nuisance.  The smoking room, too, is an abominable little den.  The house opposite has
