She exclaimed at once: "It must have been the Cabmen and Omnibus Drivers' Rheumatic Hospital." "That was it!" said I, hearing of the institution for the first time.
"They are martyrs to rheumatic gout, and of course have no means of obtaining proper treatment; so we have secured a site at Harrogate and are building a comfortable place, half hospital, half hotel, where they can be put up for a shilling a day and have all the benefits of the waters just as if they were staying at the Hotel Majestic.

Do you want to become a subscriber ?" "I am eager to," said I.
"Then come over here and I'll tell you all about it." I sat with her in a corner of the room and listened to her fairy-tale.
She wrung my heart to such a pitch of sympathy that I rose and grasped her by the hand.
"It is indeed a noble project," I cried.

"I love the London cabby as my brother, and I'll post you a cheque for a thousand pounds this evening.
Good-bye!" I left her in a state of joyous stupefaction and made my escape.

If it had not fallen in with my general scheme of good works I should regard it as an expensive method of avoiding unpleasant questions.
Another philanthropist, by the way, of quite a different type from Lady Kynnersley, who has lately benefited by my eleemosynary mania is Rex Campion.

I have known him since our University days and have maintained a sincere though desultory friendship with him ever since.