Mr. Loveday's Little Outing [antikvár]

MR. LOVEDAY'S LITTLE OUT ING Lyou will not find your father greatly changed,' remarked Lady Moping, as the car turnéd into the gates of the County Asylum. 'Will he be wearing a uniform;' asked Angéla. 'No, dear, of course not. He is receiving the very best attention.' It was Angela's first visit and it was being made at her own suggestion. Ten years had passed since the showery day in late summer when Lord Moping had been taken away; a day of confused but bittér memories for her; the day of Lady Moping's annual garden-party, always bittér, confused that day by the caprice of the weather which, remaining clear and brilliant with promise until the arrival of the first guests, had suddenly blackened into a squall. There had been a scuttle for cover; the marquee had capsized; a frantic carrying of cushions and chairs; a table-cloth lofted to the boughs of the monkey-puzzler, fluttering in the rain; a bright period and the cautious emer-gence of guests on to the soggy lawns; another squall; another twenty minutes of sunshine. It had been an abominable afternoon, culminating at about six o'clock in her father's attempted suicide. Lord Moping habitually threatened suicide on the occasion of the garden-party; that year he had been found black in the face, hanging by his braces in the