"I never really properly talked with a lord before,"
sighed Mrs. Rentoul; "I hope they're all like this one."

Mrs. Gallosh, on the other hand, who boasted of
having had one tete-a-tete and joined in several general
conversations with the peerage, appraised Lord Tulliwuddle
with greater discrimination.

"Ah, he's got a soupcon!" she declared. "That's
what I admire!"

"Do you mean his German accent?" asked Mr.
Cromarty-Gow, who was renowned for a cynical wit,
and had been seeking an occasion to air it ever since
Lord Tulliwuddle had made Miss Gallosh promise to
dance a reel with him.

But the feeling of the party was so strongly against
a breath of irreverent criticism, and their protest so
emphatic, that he presently strolled off to the smoking-
room, wishing that Miss Gallosh, at least, would exercise
more critical discrimination.

"Do you think would they like breakfast in their
own room, Duncan?" asked Mrs. Gallosh.

"Offer it them--offer it them; they can but refuse,
and it's a kind of compliment to give them the opportunity."