I require a letter of introduction from you to a young lady of your acquaintance." "The devil! Not one of my own special little pets, I hope ?" "Her name is Miss Daisy Hyslop," Francis announced.
Lord Charles Southover pursed his lips and whistled.

He glanced at Francis sideways.
"Is this the beginning of a campaign amongst the butterflies," he enquired, "because, if so, I feel it my duty, uncle, to address to you a few words of solemn warning.

Miss Daisy Hyslop is hot stuff." "Look here, young fellow," Francis said equably, "I don't know what the state of your exchequer is--" "I owe you forty," Lord Charles interrupted.

"Spring another tenner, make it fifty, that is, and the letter of introduction I will write for you will bring tears of gratitude to your eyes." "I'll spring the tenner," Francis promised, "but you'll write just what I tell you--no more and no less." "Anything extra for keeping mum at home ?" the young man ventured tentatively.
"You're a nice sort of nephew to have!" Francis declared.

"Abandon these futile attempts at blackmail and just come this way to the writing-table." "You've got the tenner with you ?" the young man asked anxiously.
Francis produced a well-filled pocketbook.