"Well, I don't see what there is in that to be surprised about,"
replied the youth, with an aggrieved air. "I met the Honourable
Frederic smoking a cigar out on the Rope-walk last night. His cigars
are very good; and he asked me to drop in soon and try another.
He isn't a bit stuck-up."

The Admiral's feelings were divided between annoyance at the easy
success of his son, and elation at finding the stranger so
unexpectedly affable. He rose.

"Girls, remember to be punctual. I will show this town of Troy that
I am not the man to be laughed at."




CHAPTER VII.


OF A LADY THAT HAD A MUSICAL VOICE, BUT USED IT TO DECEIVE.

Many of the advantages that wait upon the readers of this history
are, I should hope, by this time obvious. Among them must be
reckoned the privilege of taking precedence of Admiral Buzza--of
paying a visit to "The Bower" not only several minutes in advance of
that great man, but moreover on terms of the utmost intimacy.

Shortly before eleven on Monday morning the Honourable Frederic
Augustus Hythe Goodwyn-Sandys was shaving contemplatively. He was a