"So much the better," the young man declared.
"I fancy they are always up to some game of that sort," Beaumont continued.
"They can't be worse than they are in England," said Lord Lambeth, judicially.
"Ah, but in England," replied Beaumont, "you have got your natural protectors. You have got your mother and sisters."
"My mother and sisters—" began the young nobleman, with a certain energy. But he stopped in time, puffing at his cigar.
"Your mother spoke to me about it, with tears in her eyes," said Percy Beaumont. "She said she felt very nervous. I promised to keep you out of mischief."
"You had better take care of yourself," said the object of maternal and ducal solicitude.
"Ah," rejoined the young barrister, "I haven't the expectation of a hundred thousand a year, not to mention other attractions."
"Well," said Lord Lambeth, "don't cry out before you're hurt!"
It was certainly very much cooler at Newport, where our travellers found themselves assigned to a couple of diminutive bedrooms in a far-away angle of an immense hotel. They had gone ashore in the early summer twilight, and had very promptly put themselves to bed; thanks to which circum-
