The first person to address him was the millionaire, and he could not but feel a shiver of apprehension to note that he was evidently in the midst of a conversation with Mr.Gallosh.
"I must congratulate you, Lord Tulliwuddle," said Mr.Maddison, "and I must further congratulate my daughter upon the almost miraculous feat you have performed for her benefit.

You know, I dare say"-- here he turned to Mr.Gallosh--"that this very delightful entertainment was given primarily in my Eleanor's honor ?" "Whut!" exclaimed the merchant.

"That's--eh--that's scarcely the fac's as we've learned them.

But his lordship will be able to tell you best himself." His lordship smiled affably upon both, murmured something incoherent, and passed on hastily towards the scarlet parasol of Eleanor.

But he had no sooner reached it than he paused and would have turned had she not seen him, for under a blue parasol beside her he espied, too late, the fair face of Eva, and too clearly perceived that the happy maidens had been comparing notes, with the result that neither looked very happy now.
"I hope you do enjoy ze sports," he began, endeavoring to distribute this wish as equally as possible.
"Miss Gallosh has been remarkably fortunate in her weather," said Eleanor, and therewith gave him an uninterrupted view of her sunshade.
"Miss Maddison has seen you to great advantage, Lord Tulliwuddle," said Eva, affording him the next instant a similar prospect of silk.
The unfortunate chief recoiled from this ungrateful reception of his kindness.