had done our family by his alliance. If you please,
George, we'll understand that the less said about the Dean the better.
You see I haven't any of the money out of the stable-yard."

"My wife's money didn't come out of a stable-yard. It came from a
wax-chandler's shop," said Lord George, jumping up, just as the Dean
had done. There was something in the man's manner worse even than his
words which he found it almost impossible to bear. But he seated
himself again as his brother sat looking at him with a bitter smile
upon his face. "I don't suppose," he said, "you can wish to annoy me."

"Certainly not. But I wish that the truth should be understood between
us."

"Am I to be allowed to pay my respects to your wife?" said Lord George
boldly.

"I think, you know, that we have gone so far apart in our marriages
that there is nothing to be gained by it. Besides, you couldn't speak
to her,--nor she to you."

"May I be permitted to see--Popenjoy?"

The Marquis paused a moment, and then rang the bell. "I don't know what
good it will do you, but if he can be made fit he shall be brought
down." The Courier entered the room and received certain orders in
Italian. After that there was considerable delay, during which an
Italian servant brought the Marquis a cup of chocolate and a cake. He
pushed a newspaper over to his brother, and as he was drinking his
chocolate, lighted a cigarette. In this way there was a delay of over
an hour, and then there entered the room an Italian nurse with a little
boy who seemed to Lord George to be nearly two years old. The child was
carried in by the woman, but Lord George thought that he was big enough
to have walked. He was dressed up with many ribbons, and was altogether
as gay as apparel could make him. But he was an ugly, swarthy little
boy, with great black eyes, small cheeks, and a high forehead,--very
unlike such a Popenjoy as Lord George would have liked to have seen.
Lord George got up and stood over him, and leaning down kissed the high
forehead. "My poor little darling," he said.

"As for being poor," said the Marquis, "I hope not. As to being a
darling, I should think it doubtful. If you've done with him, she can
take him away, you know." Lord George had done with him, and so he was
taken away. "Seeing is believing, you know," said the Marquis; "that's
the only good of it." Lord George said to himself that in this case
seeing was not believing.

At this moment the open carriage