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good as asked the heir to the barony, whose career at present was not, who the dev-vil he was a-talkin' to. Not in so many words, perhaps, but it almost sounded like it.
"You are a rotter—so you are—to go back on your word like that. You promised to be at the Carlton last Monday week, and you never showed a feather. And it's no use sayin' that you did, because I waited an hour and a quarter for you."
Arminius transfixed the poor unintellectual, though not with the naked eye.
"You haven't been to Windsor." Arminius removed his hat in his loyal mannah. "You don't know the Cassel."
Poor young upstart took it in the neck terrific.
"Telephone or send a wire? Only just time to pack my bag and then damn near had to have a special. I feel obliged to chastise you, you cub, for this display of eg-o-tism."
The luckless heir groveled and begged pardon. Supposed the affairs of the Empire must always take precedence of a muffin-worry, even if the fairest of her sex was going to be there. He had a Constitutional mind, you see, even if the facts of his life are all against him.
"But I'll overlook it this time," said Arminius with an air of really princely magnanimity, "if in the fu-
