0 plane corresponding to unmodified moon and lemon billiards. To create the first two modified classes, Umbrella Billiards start with the moon billiard construction. What a pity that the first two books are lost! The butler completely lost his head on my arrival. I lived in dâk-bungalows where the last entry in the visitors'-book was fifteen months old and where they slashed off the curry-kid's head with a sword. Sometimes our old Colonel gets into the flagitious habit of writing for the newspapers. The butler, who was nearly bent double with old age, said so. Jacquetta and the Pain-au-lait desired to dethrone the ladies who had previously been looked up to as the benefactresses of the parish second only to the Holy Virgin. It was my good luck to meet all sorts of men, from sober-travelling missionaries and deserters flying from British Regiments, to drunken loafers who threw whiskey bottles at all who passed; and my still greater good fortune just to escape a maternity case.

Versatile Use: Featuring a classic black style tabletop, this billiard table set combines aesthetics with functionality, making it perfect for game rooms, apartments, offices, or anyone who prefers not to use a full-sized table. There were three rooms, besides my own, which was a corner kennel, each giving into the other through dingy white doors fastened with long iron bars. But there were no voices and no footsteps. A minute afterwards, there was another whirr and I got into bed. Just as I was getting into bed again, I heard in the next room, the sound that no man in his senses can possibly mistake-the whirr of a billiard-ball down the length of the slates when the striker is stringing for break. There was a whirr and a click, and both sounds could only have been made by one thing-a billiard-ball. I argued the matter out at great length with myself; and the more I argued the less probable it seemed that one bed, one table, and two chairs-all the furniture of the room next to mine-could so exactly duplicate the sounds of a game of billiards. This is a fine Fear-a great cowardice, and must be felt to be appreciated.

A ghost that would voluntarily hang about a dâk-bungalow would be mad of course; but so many men have died mad in dâk-bungalows, that there must be a fair percentage of lunatic ghosts. Martin Byfield, who, by the by, died intestate, left about two hundred thousand pounds, almost entirely in personal property. In due time I found my ghost, or ghosts rather, for there were two of them. I lived in "converted" ones-old houses officiating as dâk-bungalows-where nothing was in its proper place and there wasn't even a fowl for dinner. He had been qualified to take his place in a social class in which he was no more able to show himself. If a man said to a confirmed dâk-bungalow-haunter: "There is a corpse in the next room, and there's a mad girl in the next but one, and the woman and man on that camel have just eloped from a place sixty miles away," the hearer would not disbelieve because he would know that nothing is too wild, grotesque, or horrible to happen in a dâk-bungalow. A man with a sensitive hide has no right to sleep in dâk-bungalows. Then came the ratub-a curious meal, half native and half English in composition-with the old man babbling behind my chair about dead and gone masters and the wind-blown candles playing shadow-bo-peep with the bed and the mosquito-curtains.

Some of the dâk-bungalows or rest houses on the Grand Trunk Road have handy little cemeteries in their compound witnesses to the "changes and chances of this mortal life" in the days when men drove behind horses from Calcutta to the North- West. She flushed with pleasure, then turned pale; she put her little hand to his and pressed it. She noticed how much duller was the sky of England, how much more changeable the climate, how little sun was seen, how depressing was the air. ‘So much the better for Asheton. Now that Asheton and she were rattling along about persons and things that did not particularly interest him, he left them together, that he might give orders on the farm, or look at his horses, or clean his gun. He was dangerous, he knew too much, and might expose the hollowness of these swindles. Jacquetta, against her desire, was sensible of a difference between the manners of her dear parents and of the noblesse of the neighbourhood of Nantes; she knew it, and it troubled her. I might have guessed as much years before had I ever reflected about waiters, for I knew vaguely that his class did this sort of thing.