He was a fairly tall man, and distinguished looking.

He came forward and said: "How do you do," through the brougham window.
Alas! his niece had left that morning _en route_ for Paris--_trousseaux_ and feminine business, but he was so delighted to have had this chance of a few words with her--Lady Ethelrida.
"I was leaving a note to ask you to come and shoot with my father at Montfitchet, Mr.Markrute," she said, "on the 2nd of November.

Tristram says he hopes they will be back from the honeymoon in time to join us, too." "I shall be delighted, and my niece will be delighted at your kindness in calling so soon." Then they said a few more polite things and the financier finished by:--"I am taking the great liberty of having the book, which I told you about, rebound--it was in such a tattered condition, I was ashamed to send it to you--do not think I had forgotten.

I hope you will accept it ?" "I thought you only meant to lend it to me because it is out of print and I cannot buy it.

I am so sorry you have had this trouble," Lady Ethelrida said, a little stiffly.