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Title: A Corner in Lightning
Author: George Griffith
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A Corner In Lightning
by

George Griffith
I.
They had been dining for once in a way t├кte-├а-t├кte, and she--that is to say, Mrs. Sidney Calvert, a bride
of eighteen months' standing--was half lying, half sitting in the depths of a big, cosy, saddle-bag armchair
on one side of a bright fire of mixed wood and coal that was burning in one of the most improved
imitations of the mediaeval fireplace. Her feet--very pretty little feet they were, too, and very daintily
shod--were crossed, and poised on the heel of the right one at the corner of the black marble curb.

Dinner was over. The coffee service and the liqueur case were on the table, and Mr. Sidney Calvert, a
well set-up young fellow of about thirty, with a handsome, good-humoured face which a close observer
would have found curiously marred by a chilly glitter in the eyes and a hardness that was something more
than firmness about the mouth, was walking up and down on the opposite side of the table smoking a
cigarette.

Mrs. Calvert had just emptied her coffee cup, and as she put it down on a little three-legged console
table by her side, she looked round at her husband and said:

"Really, Sid, I must say that I can't see why you should do it. Of course it's a very splendid scheme and
all that sort of thing, but, surely you, one of the richest men in London, are rich enough to do without it.