The old man rose with hospitable haste and opening the door, was heard condoling with the new arrival. "There he is," said Herbert White as the gate banged to loudly and heavy footsteps came toward the door. the words died away on his lips, and he hid a guilty grin in his thin grey beard. White looked up sharply, just in time to intercept a knowing glance between mother and son. "Never mind, dear," said his wife soothingly "perhaps you'll win the next one." I suppose because only two houses in the road are let, they think it doesn't matter." I don't know what people are thinking about. White with sudden and unlooked-for violence "Of all the beastly, slushy, out of the way places to live in, this is the worst. "That's the worst of living so far out," balled Mr. "I should hardly think that he's come tonight, " said his father, with his hand poised over the board. "I'm listening," said the latter grimly surveying the board as he stretched out his hand. White, who, having seen a fatal mistake after it was too late, was amiably desirous of preventing his son from seeing it. Father and son were at chess the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical chances, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked comment from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly by the fire.
Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnum villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. "Be careful what you wish for, you may receive it." -Anonymous
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