been provided by the hotel for the use of its patrons.
"His lordship's drawn a winner in the lottery, gentlemen," continued Mr. Horace Allwright, and in this the first Olympian was strongly inclined to concur.
"Cut it out, Horace," said the Uncrowned Queen of Blackhampton with a very arch glance at Johnny Dubosque. "It isn't cricket, is it, Johnny? in these fashionable watering-places. And I won't have you pull the leg of my Phil-ipp by calling him my lord, when he's promised me solemn to stand for Mr. Lloyd George."
"You haven't, Shel?" quoth the Olympians, feeling it was up to them to say something, and that this was something they might say.
"Oh, but he has," said the Uncrowned Queen, "and I should never have married him if he hadn't—should I, Phil-ipp?"
And she transfixed both the Olympians this time with that demure glance of tremendous impact.
"Oh, but I say, Mrs. Shel," quoth the first Olympian, beginning to feel a glow within, "what about his Governor, you know?"
"I don't know about his Governor, Mr. Wilbraham, because I'm not received in the Family at present."
And this time the glance came right home to the Twin Brethren, who at once began to feel like bucking up a little.
