bed."

"Well, let me see it," said Cashel, who, already impressed with the
necessity of conforming to a new code, was satisfied to take the law
even from so humble an authority as his own man.

"Yes, sir. Our arrival is announced very handsomely among the
fashionable intelligence, and the 'Dublin Mail' has copied the paragraph
stating that we are speedily about to visit our Irish estates."

"Ah, indeed," said Cashel, somewhat flattered at his newborn notoriety;
"where is all this?"

"Here, sir, under 'Movements in High Life': 'The Duke of Uxoter to Lord
Debbington's beautiful villa at Maulish; Sir Harry and Lady Emeline
Morpas, etc.; Rosenorris; Lord Fetcherton--'No, here we have it,
sir,--'Mr. Roland Cashel and suite'--Kennyfeck and self, sir--'from
Mivart's, for Ireland. We understand that this millionnaire proprietor
is now about to visit his estates in this country, preparatory to taking
up a residence finally amongst us. If report speak truly, he is as
accomplished as wealthy, and will be a very welcome accession to the
ranks of our country gentry.'"

"How strange that these worthy people should affect to know or care
anything about me or my future intentions," said Cashel, innocently.

"Oh, sir, they really know nothing,--that little thing is mine."

"Yours,--how yours?"

"Why, I wrote it, sir. When I lived with Sir Giles Heathcote, we always
fired off a certain number of these signal-guns when we came to a new
place. Once the thing was set a-going, the newspaper fellows followed
up the lead themselves. They look upon a well-known name as of the same
value as a fire or a case of larceny. I have known a case of seduction
by a marquis to take the 'pas' of the last murder in the Edgware Road."

"I have no fancy for this species of publicity," said Cashel, seriously.

"Believe me, sir, there is nothing to be done without it. The Press,
sir, is the fourth estate. They can ignore anything nowadays, from a
speech in Parliament to the last novel; from the young beauty just come
out, to the newly-launched line-of-battle ship. A friend of mine, some
time back, tried the thing to his cost, sir. He invented an admirable
moustache-paste; he even paid a guinea to an Oxford man for a Greek name
for it; well, sir, he would not advertise in the dailies, but only in
bills. Mark the consequence. One of the morning journals, in announcing
the arrival of the Prince of Koemundkuttingen on a visit to Colonel
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