d order another pair of trousers,"
said Essington, briskly as ever.

"But, I say, it wasn't that----"

"My dear Tulliwuddle, I never give racing tips."

"Hang it!"

"What is the matter?"

Tulliwuddle glanced at the Baron.

"I don't know whether the Baron would be interested----"

"Immensely, my goot Tollyvoddle! Supremely! hugely! I could be
interested to-night in a museum!"

"The Baron's past life makes him a peculiarly catholic judge of
indiscretions," said Essington.

Thus reassured, Tulliwuddle began--

"You know I've an aunt who takes an interest in me--wants me to collar
an heiress and that sort of thing. Well, she has more or less arranged a
marriage for me."

"Fill your glasses, gentlemen!" cried Essington.

"Hoch, hoch!" roared the Baron.

"But, I say, wait a minute! That's only the beginning. I don't know the
girl--and she doesn't know me."

He said the last words in a peculiarly significant tone.

"Do you wish me to introduce you?"

"Oh, hang it! Be serious, Essington. The point is--will she marry me if
she does know me?"

"Himmel! Yes, certainly!" cried the Baron.

"Who is she?" asked their host, more seriously.

"Her father is Darius P. Maddison, the American Silver King."

The other two could not withhold an exclamation.

"He has only two children, a son and a daughter, and he wants to marry
his daughter to an English peer--or a Scotch, it's all the same. My aunt
knows 'em pretty well, and she has recommended me."

"An excellent selection," commented his host.

"But the trouble is, they want rather a high-class peer. Old Maddison is
deuced particular, and I believe the girl is even worse."

"What are the qualifications desired?"

"Oh, he's got to be ambitious, and a promising young man--and elevated
tastes--and all that kind of nonsense."

"But you can be all zat if you try!" said the Baron eagerly. "Go to
Germany and get trained. I did vork twelve hours a day for ten years to
be vat I am."

"I'm different," replied the young peer gloomily. "Nobody ever trained
me. Old Tulliwuddle might have taken me up if he had liked, but he was
prejudiced against me. I can't become all those things now."

"And yet you do want to marry the lady?"

"My dear Essington, I can't afford to lose such a chance! One doesn't
get a Miss Maddison every day. She's a deuced handsome girl too, they
say."

"By Gad, it's worth a trip across the Atlantic to try your luck," said
Essington. "Get 'em