"Who am I, then?" "Sir John Casson, late Lieutenant-Governor of the United Provinces," said Linforth promptly.

" Sir John Casson smiled.

"So you go to parties nowadays," said Mrs. Linforth, and Sir John Casson, leaning his back against the wall of the ball-room, puzzled his brains for the name of the lady with the pleasant winning face to whom he had just been introduced.

To hardly anyone would it naturally have occurred that Sir John Casson, with a tail of letters to his name, and a handsome pension, enjoyed at an age when his faculties were alert and his bodily strength not yet diminished, could stand in need of sympathy.

Phyllis Casson was a girl of eighteen, with the fresh looks and the clear eyes of her years.

She had been quick to note a very slight embarrassment in Sir John Casson's manner.

But Phyllis Casson was not one of them.

She looked sharply at Sir John Casson, who might have noticed or might not.

It was possible that Sir John Casson had also not been blind to it.

She turned her face towards Casson.

At the opening meeting for the winter session of the Iron and Steel Works Managers' Institute, held at Dudley on September 12, Mr. R. Smith-Casson in the chair, Mr. B.F. McCallem, of Glasgow, read a paper on "Steel Castings," which developed an interesting discussion upon steel casting practice.

SEE Casson, Stanley.

CASSON, STANLEY.

Joan Casson (W); 15Mar67; R406358.

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"It's the company he keeps," he said"a lot of fast menfast enough to be talked about, fashionable enough to be toleratedJack Casson is one of them, and that little ass, Arthur Wye.

" He was right; everything went to Berkley, as usual, who laughed and turned a dissipated face to Casson.

" Casson declined.

Arthur Wye, wearing the brand-new uniform, red stripes and facings, of flying artillery, rose also; John Casson buttoned his cavalry jacket, grumbling, and stood heavily erect, a colossus in blue and yellow.

"I'm that sick of Hamilton!" Casson grumbled again, settling his debts with Berkley.

Hurrah!" "Get on the table," said Casson amid the cheering, and climbed up, spurs jingling, glass on high.

" Wye's chair buckled and he came down with a splintering crash; Casson galloped madly about, pretending his chair had become unmanageable.

Speechyou nimble-witted, limber-legged prophet!" roared John Casson, throwing a pack of cards at Berkley.

"Home of the 'ster arts, m-music an' 'r' drama-r-r" observed Casson hazily"I'm going home.