ouse;
and your Sir 'Oo--I do not like him at all. Lock-up, indeed! I tell you
he shall very soon be locked up himself. There is what you call Davy's
locker. I know--yes."

Doodles also trembled when he heard this anathema, and thought once more
of the character of Jack Stuart and his yacht.

"Pray go with her," said Archie.

"But I had come to see you off."

"Never mind," said Archie. "He is in such a taking, you know. God bless
you, old fellow--good-by! I'll write and tell you what fish we get, and
mind you tell me what Turriper does for the Bedfordshire. Good-by, Madam
Gordeloup; good-by."

There was no escape for him, so Doodles put on his hat and prepared to
walk away to Mount Street with the Spy under his arm--the Spy as to
whose avocations, over and beyond those of her diplomatic profession, he
had such strong suspicions! He felt inclined to be angry with his
friend, but the circumstances of his parting hardly admitted of any
expression of anger.

"Good-by, Clavvy," he said. "Yes, I'll write--that is, if I've got
anything to say.

"Take care of yourself; captain," said Sophie.

"All right," said Archie.

"Mind you come and see me when you come back," said Sophie.

"Of course I will," said Archie.

"And we'll make that all right for you yet. Gentlemen, when they have so
much to gain, shouldn't take a no too easy. You come with your handy
glove, and we'll see about it again." Then Sophie walked off leaning
upon the arm of Captain Boodle, and Archie stood at the door watching
them till they turned out of sight round the corner of tire Square. At
last he saw them no more, and then he returned to his brother.

And as we shall see Doodles no more--or almost no more-we will now bid
him adieu civilly. The pair were not ill-matched, though the lady
perhaps had some advantage in acuteness, given to her no doubt by the
experience of a longer life. Doodles, as he walked along two sides of
the square with the fair burden on his arm, felt himself to be in some
sort proud of his position, though it was one from which he would not
have been sorry to escape, had escape been possible. A remarkable
phenomenon was the Spy, and to have walked round Berkeley Square with
such a woman leaning on his arm might in coming years be an event to
remember with satisfaction. In the mean time he did not say much to her,
and did not quite understand all that she said to him. At last he came
to the door which he well remembered, and