The town was full of beavies of fresh young duties, brought up from the country to be resented at

court. The papers were full of accounts of dinners, quarries, garden parties and all the rest,

and what now seems like to forgotten life. Naturally, all this meant very little to home.

Consequently, I was more than a bit surprised on returning one afternoon to ourist street lodging to find him deep in a veritable snowdick,

have illustrated society magazines and papers.

Watson, do you know about this name Dame Re?

D'amere. D'amere? What, d'Aemere? What, D'Ame?

Lord D'Aemere, of courseme? What, D'Ame?

Lord D'Are, of course.

He can't have his photograph

and all this is pasted weekdays.

Well, Mr.

The fellow's a high-soled word in society.

Mm, yes.

He's a man of the world

of a bachelor's term to the firm of him.

He's asked me for a four-theting appointment You mean that the Lord Damer coming here, but it's 4.30 now, and look at the mess of the place to him.

Oh, darn you, Your Honor.

Your Honor, Your Honor, is not getting a bit of Mr. Baker's people to investigate our house, but to insult me in my professional capacity.

Ah, that will be the gentleman now, unless I'm very much mistaken, functional to the minute.

Take a look out of the window, will you, Watson? That's good fellow. Well, really, how you always expect

me to play Sister Anne for you?

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