He flourished his leg more proudly than ever as he stumped victoriously home and announced the great news to Aunt Charlotte.

That estimable lady was fingering some notepaper on her writing-table as her excited nephew came bursting in upon her with his face radiant.
"Auntie," he cried, "what do you think?
You'll never guess.

I'm going to lunch with Mr St Aubyn on Thursday!" Aunt Charlotte turned round, looking slightly dazed.
"Going to lunch with whom ?" she asked.
"With Mr St Aubyn.

You know--he lives at Moorcombe Court.

I met him in the woods and had a long talk with him, and now he's going to show me all his pictures--_and_ his engravings--_and_ his wonderful orchids and things.