He thought to make it breed.

He had an equally poor Scotch cousin, who undertook to play hostess.

Both the Duchess and the Countess were his kinswomen.

How could such a menage last?
He lost his all.

What became of our fellow-lodgers I never learned, but the venture coming to naught, the last I heard of the beautiful high-bred lady manager, she was serving as a stewardess on an ocean liner.