time even than now. But I should really like to know if they call you Doctor over there."
"Oh, yes, universally. We are nearly as fond of titles as your people."
"I don't call that a title."
"It's not so good as duke or marquis, I admit; but we have to take what we have got."
"Oh, bother, what does it signify?" Lord Canterville demanded, from his place at the window. "I used to have a horse named Doctor, and a devilish good one too."
"You may call me bishop, if you like," said Jackson Lemon, laughing.
Lady Canterville looked grave, as if she did not enjoy this pleasantry. "I don't care for any titles," she observed; "I don't see why a gentleman shouldn't be called Mr."
It suddenly appeared to Jackson Lemon that there was something helpless, confused, and even slightly comical, in the position of this noble and amiable lady. The impression made him feel kindly; he too, like Lord Canterville, had begun to long for a short cut. He relaxed a moment, and leaning toward his hostess, with a smile and his hands on his little knees, he said, softly, "It seems to me a question of no importance; all I desire is that you should call me your son-in-law."
Lady Canterville gave him her hand, and he pressed it almost affectionately. Then she got up, remarking that before anything was decided she must see her
