IF you (presuming you are of the sex that does such things) if you had gone into the Drapery Emporium which is really only magnificent for shop of Messrs. Antrobus & Co. a perfectly fictitious" Co.," by the bye-of Putney, on the 14th of August, 1895, had turned to the right-hand side, where the blocks of white linen and piles of blankets rise up to the rail from which the pink and blue prints depend, you might have been served by the central figure of this story that is now beginning. He would have come forward, bowing and swaying, he would have extended two hands with largish knuckles and enormous cuffs over the counter, and he would have asked you, protruding a pointed chin and without the slightest anticipation of pleasure B I