What about the other girl ?" "Suppose she had simply pots of money, but the fellow didn't know much more about her ?" "I certainly shouldn't marry a girl I didn't know a good deal about," said the Baroness with conviction.
Lord Tulliwuddle seemed impressed with this opinion.
"That's just what I have begun to think," said he, and gazed down at his pumps with a meditative air.
The Baroness thought the moment had come when she could effect a pretty little surprise.
"Which of them is called Eva ?" she asked archly.
To her intense disappointment he merely stared.
"Don't you really know any girl called Eva ?" He shook his head.
"Can't think of any one." Suspicion, fear, bewilderment, made her reckless.
"Have you been in Scotland--at your castle, as I heard you were going ?" A mighty change came over the young man.

He backed away from her, stammering hurriedly, "No--yes--I--er--why do you ask me that ?" "Is there any other Lord Tulliwuddle ?" she demanded breathlessly.
He gave her one wild look, and then without so much as a farewell had turned and elbowed his way out of the room.
"It's all up!" he said to himself.

"There's no use trying to play that game any longer--Essington has muddled it somehow.

Well, I'm free to do what I like now!" In this state of mind he found himself in the street, hailed the first hansom, and drove headlong from the dangerous regions of Belgravia.
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