Grandfather, all unconscious of the wicked trick that Fate had put upon him, prattled along by the side of the four-wheeled chariot; and he was presently moved to indulge in the proud confidence that they had recently had Twins in the Family.
"Oh, really," said Mr. Wingrove.
"Oh, how interesting," said the proud young mother, not to be outdone in gravity.
"I must really go and see 'em," said Grandfather.
"Oh, haven't you seen them yet?" said the fair charioteer.
Not yet. It seemed that a Proconsul had so many calls upon his attention.
"Well, if I was their mother, I don't think I should be very pleased with you. Haven't you been rather remiss, Mr.—? I haven't the pleasure of knowing your name."
"Lord Shelmerdine," said Mr. Wingrove, hastening to atone for his sin of omission.
By this, they were waiting to cross Park Lane.
"Shall I tell him yours?" whispered the famous playwright to Mrs. Philip.
"No, of course you mustn't," said that designing young Madam. "Unless you want to spoil everything."
THE END
