The change of life at a merry Court to life in a London alley will exercise our faith.

But the essential thing is that Richie has been introduced here, and I intend him to play a part here.

The grandson and heir of one of the richest commoners in England--I am not saying commoner as a term of reproach--possessed of a property that turns itself over and doubles itself every ten years, may--mind you, may--on such a solid foundation as that!--and as to birth, your Highness has only to grant us a private interview.' Temple was dazed by this mystifying address to him; nor could I understand it.
'Why, papa, you always wished for me to go into Parliament,' said I.
'I do,' he replied, 'and I wish you to lead the London great world.
Such topics are for by-and-by.

Adieu to them!' He kissed his wafting finger-tips.
We fell upon our random talk again with a merry rattle.
I had to give him a specimen of my piano-playing and singing.
He shook his head.

'The cricketer and the scholar have been developed at the expense of the musician; and music, Richie, music unlocks the chamber of satinrose.' Late at night we separated.