am bound to admit, answered my expectations; its result,
however, is as you see."

Here Mr. Fogo withdrew the wrapper and with a pleasant smile held
out--a cocked hat.

The Admiral, purple with fury, bounced back like a shot on a red-hot
shovel; stared; tried to speak, but could not; gulped; tried again;
and finally, shaking his fist in Mr. Fogo's face, flung into the
house and slammed the front door.

The cause of this transport turned a pair of bewildered spectacles on
the others, and found them convulsed with unseemly mirth. He singled
out the Honourable Frederic, and addressed himself to that gentleman.

"I have not the pleasure to be acquainted with you, sir; but if you
can supply me with any reason for this display of temper, believe
me--"

"My name is Goodwyn-Sandys, sir, at your--"

"What!"

Mr. Fogo dropped the cocked hat and sat down suddenly among the
cakes.

"Are you," he gasped--"are you Mr. Goodwyn-Sandys--the Honourable
Frederic Augustus Hythe Good--? Heavens!"

"No, sir," said the Honourable Frederic, who had grown a thought
pale. "Good _wyn_, sir--Goodwyn-Sandys. What then?"

"I never saw your face before," murmured Mr. Fogo faintly.

"That, sir, if a misfortune, is one which you share with a number of
your fellow-men. And permit me to tell you, sir," continued Mr.
Goodwyn-Sandys, with unaccountable change of mood, "that I consider
your treatment of my friend Admiral Buzza unworthy of a gentleman,
sir--unworthy of a gentleman. Come, Doctor; come, Pellow--I want a
word or two more with you about this Club."

And Mr. Goodwyn-Sandys ruffled away, followed by his two slightly
puzzled companions.

For the space of two minutes Mr. Fogo gazed up the road after them.
Then he sighed, took off his spectacles, and wiped them carefully.

"So _that_," he said slowly, "is the man she married."

"Iss, sir."

Mr. Fogo started, turned round on the barrow, and beheld the urchin
from the "Man-o'-War."

"Little boy," he said sternly, "your conduct is unworthy of a--I
mean, what are you doing here?"

"You've a-been an' squashed a cake," said the boy.

Mr. Fogo gave him a shilling, and hurried away down the road; but
stopped once or twice on his homeward way to repeat to himself--

"So _that_--is the man--she married."

It took Admiral Buzza several days to recover his composure; but when
he did, the project of the new Club grew with the conjugal
disintegration of Troy, and at a rate o