ig, the Bigvig of Jarles Tickens,
with all the green covers bound with it up. Here is "Ton Quigsotte,"
the first etition in Sbanish. Here is the "Dreacle Piple," berfect, from
tidel page to the last line of Revelations. Here is efery blay-pill
that has ever been issued at Her Majesty's Theatre from the time it vas
opened until now.' He patted and fondled his treasure with a smiling
pride and affection. 'They are not to be touched,' he said, 'on any
bretext. Nopoty stobs in my house a minute who touches my books. I am
Cheorge Dargo, ant ven I zay a thing I mean it' He pointed to a door.
'Through that,' he said, 'is a lafadory. You can vash your hands and
gome and haf lunge.'

Paul obeyed, and at the luncheon-table was introduced to Mrs. Darco, a
lean brunette, who by way of establishing her own dignity was sulkily
disdainful of the newcomer. He was glad to escape into the library,
where Darco set him to work on more correspondence--an endless whirl of
it, diversified with family skirmishes.

'Now, who the tevil has been mettling again with my babers? I haf dolt
eferybody I will not haf my babers mettled.' Then a dash to the door,
and an inquiry trumpeted up the stairway. 'Who the tevil has been
mettling with my babers?'

Then a shrill inquiry from above.

'What's the matter, George?'

'Nothings. I know where I but it now. I will not haf my babers mettled.'

Then more dictation, the dictator waddling fiercely across the room and
back again for ten minutes or so. Then a rush to the door, and a new
call upstairs.

'Who the tevil---- Oh, it's all right I remember where

I put it.'

Then more dictation, and a third rush.

'Who the tevil----'

Then a hurricane of whirling skirts upon the stairs, and on a sudden
Mrs. Darco, kneeling on the floor, wrestling both hands above her head,
and shrieking. Mr. Darco darted and shook her as if she had been a
doormat.

'Get ub! No volly--no volly!'

Mrs. Darco got up and walked soberly upstairs.

'It is klopulus hysteriga,' said Mr. Darco, with a startling calm. 'And
that is the only way to dreat it But I will not haf my babers mettled.'

Then more dictation, until Paul's mind was crossed by a sudden
recollection.

'I beg your pardon, sir,' he said, diving his hand into his pocket. 'I
forgot to give you the change out of that five-pound note.'

'Keep it,' said Darco. 'You will haf to look resbegdable if you stay
here. You will haf to puy things.'

'I don't like to