No--bother! I can't go to-morrow, I shall go on Wednesday." Lady Manorwater opened mild eyes of surprise.

"Why didn't the boy write ?" And the young Arthur indulged in sundry exclamations, "Oh, ripping, I say! What?
A clinking good chap, my cousin Lewie!" "Who is this Lewis the well-beloved ?" said Mr.Stocks.

"I was talking about a very different person--Lewis Haystoun, the author of a foolish book on Kashmir." "Don't you like it ?" said Lord Manorwater, pleasantly.

"Well, it's the same man.

He is my nephew, Lewie Haystoun.