Robin

In the years when Victorian standards and ideals began to dance an increasingly rapid jig before amazed lookers-on, who presently found themselves dancing as madly as the rest-in these years, there lived in Mayfair, in a slice of a house, Robert Gareth-Lawless and his lovely young wife.

So light and airy was she to earthly vision and so diaphanous the texture of her mentality that she was known as "Feather."The slice of a house between two comparatively stately mansions in the "right street" was a rash venture of the honeymoon. Robert-well born, irresponsible, without resources-evolved a carefully detailed method of living upon nothing whatever, of keeping out of the way of duns, and telling lies with aptness and outward gaiety.

But a year of giving smart little dinners and going to smart big dinners ended in a condition somewhat akin to the feat of balancing oneself on the edge of a sword.