onvalescent. He wanted to learn some New York
slang.

He would take lessons from Selden, and he would also buy a Delkoff--two
Delkoffs, if that would be better. He knew a hard-working fellow who
ought to have a typewriter.

"Heath ought to have one," he had said to his father. Heath was the
house-steward. "Think of the letters the poor chap has to write to
trades-people to order things, and unorder them, and blackguard the
shopkeepers when they are not satisfactory. Invest in one for Heath,
father."

"It is by no means a bad idea," Lord Dunholm reflected. "Time would be
saved by the use of it, I have no doubt."

"It saves time in any department where it can be used," Betty had
answered. "Three are now in use at Stornham, and I am going to present
one to Kedgers. This is a testimonial I am offering. Three weeks ago I
began to use the Delkoff. Since then I have used no other. If YOU use
them you will introduce them to the county."

She understood the feeling of the junior assistant, when he found
himself in the presence of possible purchasers. Her blood tingled
slightly. She wished she had brought a catalogue.

"We will come to Stornham to see the catalogue," Lord Dunholm promised.

"Perhaps you will read it aloud to us," Westholt suggested gleefully.

"G. Selden knows it by heart, and will repeat it to you with running
comments. Do you know I shall be very glad if you decide to buy one--or
two--or three," with an uplift of the Irish blue eyes to Lord Dunholm.
"The blood of the first Reuben Vanderpoel stirs in my veins--also I have
begun to be fond of G. Selden."

Therefore it occurred that on the afternoon referred to Lady Anstruthers
appeared crossing the sward with two male visitors in her wake.

"Lord Dunholm and Lord Westholt," said Betty, rising.

For this meeting between the men Selden was, without doubt, responsible.
While his father talked to Mount Dunstan, Westholt explained that they
had come athirst for the catalogue. Presently Betty took him to the
sheltered corner of the lawn, where the convalescent sat with Mr.
Penzance.

But, for a short time, Lord Dunholm remained to converse with Mount
Dunstan. In a way the situation was delicate. To encounter by chance a
neighbour whom one--for reasons--has not seen since his childhood, and
to be equal to passing over and gracefully obliterating the intervening
years, makes demand even upon finished tact. Lord Dunholm's world
had been a large one, and he