"Well, Buckingham, then, has his points. Whom does he espouse?"

"He doesn't espouse anyone."

"Whom does he love, then?"

Berry and Daphne looked uneasily at one another. I turned to
Jonah, who was deep in The Sportsman.

"Who's Buckingham in love with, Jonah"

"Down and four to play. What?" said that worthy.

"Oh, Buckingham? He's hanging round the Queen mostly, I think,
but he's got two or three other irons in the fire."

"I will play Hurl- Buckingham," said I.

When Berry had finished, I reminded him that he had suggested the
part, and that my mind was made up.

After a lengthy argument, in the course of which Berry drew a
stage on the table-cloth to show why it was I couldn't act;

"Oh, well, I suppose he'd better play it," said Daphne: "but I
scent trouble."

"That's right," I said. "Let me have a copy of the play."

Berry rose and walked towards the door. With his fingers on the