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 *ture you will try not to overrate yourself, and you will also promise not to be so cursed familiar in mixed company. One don't mind so much in this Bohemian resort, but when I as a dinner guest meet you as one of the mob at the Blenheims I particularly hope you will not address me as Fathead before all the congregation."

Deep shame overflowed the blonde complexion of the heir.

"You've been asking for it a long time," said Arminius grimly, "and you've got it now. Cheek I abhor from a new creation. But as I like you pooty well, I am going to forgive you."

The heir to the barony was only too glad to be forgiven on these terms by such a distinguished man; and in this, although we may lay ourselves open to correction, we consider him quite right.

He could not sleep just now, you know, when he went to bed at night. A rare vision enthralled him when he dined, and when he supped; playing at billiards under the guidance of Mr. John R-b-rts; losing at games of chance, money he had never earned; riding in the park with Adela, who had recovered of her indisposition, had been to High Cliff, and had come back again; going with his mother to concerts and museums like a dutiful young chap; buying cigarettes at Harrod's Stores; shaving in the morning with his safety razor or pulling off his