vely; "the kitchen staff have
'downed tools.' Gaspare belongs to the Union of Cooks and Kitchen
Employees, and as soon as they heard of his summary dismissal at a
moment's notice they struck work. They demand his instant reinstatement
and an apology to the union. I may add, madame, that they are very firm;
I've been obliged even to hand back the dinner rolls that were already on
the table."

After the lapse of eighteen months Sophie Chattel-Monkheim is beginning
to go about again among her old haunts and associates, but she still has
to be very careful. The doctors will not let her attend anything at all
exciting, such as a drawing-room meeting or a Fabian conference; it is
doubtful, indeed, whether she wants to.

THE FEAST OF NEMESIS

"It's a good thing that Saint Valentine's Day has dropped out of vogue,"
said Mrs. Thackenbury; "what with Christmas and New Year and Easter, not
to speak of birthdays, there are quite enough remembrance days as it is.
I tried to save myself trouble at Christmas by just sending flowers to
all my friends, but it wouldn't work; Gertrude has eleven hot-houses and
about thirty gardeners, so it would have been ridiculous to send flowers
to her, and Milly has just started a florist's shop, so it was equally
out of the question there. The stress of having to decide in a hurry
what to give to Gertrude and Milly just when I thought I'd got the whole
question nicely off my mind completely ruined my Christmas, and then the
awful monotony of the letters of thanks: 'Thank you so much for your
lovely flowers. It was so good of you to think of me.' Of course in the
majority of cases I hadn't thought about the recipients at all; their
names were down in my list of 'people who must not be left out.' If I
trusted to remembering them there would be some awful sins of omission."

"The trouble is," said Clovis to his aunt, "all these days of intrusive
remembrance harp so persistently on one aspect of human nature and
entirely ignore the other; that is why they become so perfunctory and
artificial. At Christmas and New Year you are emboldened and encouraged
by convention to send gushing messages of optimistic goodwill and servile
affection to people whom you would scarcely ask to lunch unless some one
else had failed you at the last moment; if you are supping at a
restaurant on New Year's Eve you are permitted and expected to join hands
and sing 'For Auld Lang Syne' with strangers whom you