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 "Your valet?"

"Yes. I believe he wears my shirts on the sly," said Mr. Brewster broodingly. "If I catch him! What would you do about this, Binstead?"

"Do?" The professor considered the point judicially. "Well, really, Brewster, I do not see that there is anything you can do. You must simply wait and meet the man. Perhaps he will turn out an admirable son-in-law."

"H'm!" Mr. Brewster declined to take an optimistic view. "But an Englishman, Binstead!" he said with pathos. "Why," he went on, memory suddenly stirring, "there was an Englishman at this hotel only a week or two ago who went about knocking it in a way that would have amazed you! Said it was a rotten place! My hotel!"

Professor Binstead clicked his tongue sympathetically. He understood his friend's warmth.