The Hundredth Chance begins: My dear Maud, I hope I am not lacking in proper pride. But it is an accepted-though painful-fact that beggars cannot be choosers. Lady Brian spoke with plaintive emphasis the while she drew an elaborate initial in the sand at her feet with the point of her parasol. I cannot live in want, she said, after a thoughtful moment or two. Besides, there is poor little Bunny to be considered. Another thoughtful pause; then: What did you say dear?