POLLYOOLY IS INTRODUCED TO THE COUNTY He had never done it before, but to-day, to the surprise of his butler, the duke accompanied his supposed daughter up the stairs to Lady Marion Ricksborough's suite of rooms.

His face was flushed; and he stumbled twice.

His mind was full of the strange behaviour of the serpentine dachshund and the other dogs.
When they had risen above the range of hearing of the butler and footmen in the hall, he said somewhat breathlessly: "I was never so flabbergasted in my life.

Fancy dogs taking to you like that! When I saw Hildegarde, who is one of the most particular dogs I ever came across, dancing round you like that, you could have knocked me down with a feather." "Yes: it is funny," said Pollyooly; and she smiled.
"But what a blessing it is!" the duke went on quickly.

"It will be all over the place that the dogs recognised you; and after that it's no good whatever any one's saying that you're not Marion.