Meanwhile a sort of guerilla attack is being maintained: invitations arrive to garden parties at Windsor, lesser functions nearer home, free passages to all the gay festivals, free admissions everywhere, the route indicated, and a gracious request for the presence of the mayor and mayoress.

Genuine business engagements now save the situation, and the invitations are put by, but our chief citizen is now bewildered.

These social missiles are flying in all directions, always gracious and flattering, never challenging and rude--who can withstand them?
Still he is bewildered, but not yet caught.

A new assault is made: the great Health Crusade Battery is called up.

Here we must all unite, God's English and the wild Irish, the Fenian and the Castleman, the labourer and the lord.