"Give her a five-pound note, see that she burns your letters, and introduce her to another fellow." "But--er--that wasn't the thing----" "Tell him you'll pay in six months, and order another pair of trousers," said Essington, briskly as ever.
"But, I say, it wasn't that----" "My dear Tulliwuddle, I never give racing tips." "Hang it!" "What is the matter ?" Tulliwuddle glanced at the Baron.
"I don't know whether the Baron would be interested----" "Immensely, my goot Tollyvoddle! Supremely! hugely! I could be interested to-night in a museum!" "The Baron's past life makes him a peculiarly catholic judge of indiscretions," said Essington.
Thus reassured, Tulliwuddle began-- "You know I've an aunt who takes an interest in me--wants me to collar an heiress and that sort of thing.

Well, she has more or less arranged a marriage for me." "Fill your glasses, gentlemen!" cried Essington.
"Hoch, hoch!" roared the Baron.
"But, I say, wait a minute! That's only the beginning.

I don't know the girl--and she doesn't know me." He said the last words in a peculiarly significant tone.
"Do you wish me to introduce you ?" "Oh, hang it! Be serious, Essington.

The point is--will she marry me if she does know me ?" "Himmel! Yes, certainly!" cried the Baron.
"Who is she ?" asked their host, more seriously.
"Her father is Darius P.Maddison, the American Silver King." The other two could not withhold an exclamation.
"He has only two children, a son and a daughter, and he wants to marry his daughter to an English peer--or a Scotch, it's all the same.

My aunt knows 'em pretty well, and she has recommended me." "An excellent selection," commented his host.
"But the trouble is, they want rather a high-class peer.