Come: if you will, I'll send my secretary to-morrow morning-eh ?" "You are not afraid of the buffalo, sir ?" Lord Faramond's fingers touched his arm, drummed it "My greatest need--one to roar as gently as the sucking-dove." "But what if I, not knowing the rules of the game, should think myself on the corner of the veldt or in an Indian's tepee, and hit out ?" "You do not carry derringers ?" He smiled.

"No; but--" He glanced down at his arms.
"Well, well; that will come one day, perhaps!" Lord Faramond paused, abstracted, then added: "But not through you.

Good-bye, then, good-bye.
Little Grapnel in ten days!" And it was so.

Little Grapnel was Conservative.

It was mostly a matter of nomination, and in two weeks Gaston, in a kind of dream, went down to Westminster, lunched with Lord Faramond, and was introduced to the House.