CHAPTER XLI

WHICH, BEING THE LAST, ENDS THIS NARRATIVE AS SUCCINCTLY AS POSSIBLE "This coat feels somewhat tight in the shoulders, Paxton!" "Ah, sir, you have not worn it since you returned and, pardon me, sir, but you have become slightly more, if you'll pardon the expression--robust, sir." "Robust?" murmured Sir Marmaduke, surveying his elegant person from head to foot in the cheval glass. "Robust is, I suppose, the masculine of 'buxom'?" "Certainly, sir." "How long is it since I returned, Paxton?" "Precisely a month and a …