ried Lady Lisle, taking a step or
two towards the cat, and then stopping short with "Oh, Hilton, my love,
send this dreadful man away!"

"Buy a lovely little dawg, my lady," cried the tramp, now close up to
the window, and smiling, whining, and leering in. "Puss, puss, puss!
Look at 'em! They'll make friends in a minute."

He reached in a hand and set the puppy down on the Turkey carpet, when
the idiotic-looking little object, after the manner of its kind, began
slowly to blunder towards the lordly Persian yclept Khan, to the
imminent risk of having its eyes scratched out.

"Look at the pretty creetur, my lady," whined the man. "Two guineas is
the price, but seeing its you, my lady, and a good home for the little
beauty, say one pun, and he's yours."

"Take your dirty whelp up and be off, you scoundrel!" cried Sir Hilton,
in a passion, and deftly placing the toe of his boot under the puppy he
lifted it and sent it flying through the window, to be fielded cleverly
and without pain by its owner.

"What, my noble Capting! What, my noble barrowknight, you here? You
are a sight for sore eyes. You ain't forgot Dandy Dinny?"

"Forgotten you? No, you scoundrel!"

"Just your old self again, Sir Rilton. Why, bless me! this is like old
times. Here, c'rect card, Sir Rilton; all the names colours, jocks, and
starters. Take a dozen, your lordship; you'll want 'em for your
lady-friends on the course."

"Be off, sir! How dare you trespass on my premises!"

"Trespass, Sir Rilton? I wouldn't do such a thing. There, I knowed
you'd never drop the Turf. Whats yer 'oss's name?"

"Cut!" cried Sir Hilton, fiercely.

"Is it, now? A sharp 'un, then, as'll show the field its four blessed
racing plates. A dark 'un, your honour?"

"Will you be off, you scoundrel!"

"Off, your honour, in a jiffy, ready to look out for you on the course.
But you'll buy the little dawg for her lovely ladyship?"

"Take the miserable mongrel away."

"But such a companion for the long-haired tom puss, Sir Rilton."

"Did you hear me tell you to go, sir?"

"Yes, your honour," whispered the man, shuffling his "c'rect cards" back
into his pocket with one hand, and leaning forward into the room to
whisper: "I'm 'orrid hard up, Sir Rilton. Give us a tip for the cup to
help a pore fellow get a honest livin'. You'll do that for your pore
old friend as touted for you all these years?"

"Here, catch!" cried Sir Hilton, tossing the man a flor