When I pass Laburnum Lodge I think of Him saying good-bye to Her at the gate, as he takes the air each morning on his way to the station. What if the train is crowded? He has his newspaper. That will see him safely to the City. And then how interesting will be everything which happens to him there, since he has Her to tell it to when he comes home. The most ordinary street accident becomes ex citing if a story has to be made of it. Happy the man who can say Of each little incident, I must remember to tell Her when I get home. And it is only in the suburbs that one gets home One does not get home to Grosvenor Square; one is simply in or out.