that he begins to study the role in dead earnest.
I don't talk this way to Harry, who believes in him and is
training him for the representative for our district.
What harm? Verily, his is the faith that will move mountains.
Besides, Tommy is now rich; he must be worth a hundred
thousand dollars, which makes a man of wealth in these parts.
It is time for him to be respectable."

Notwithstanding this preparation, Mrs. Carriswood (then giving
Washington the benefit of her doubts of climate) was surprised one day
to receive a perfectly correct visiting card whereon was engraved,
"Mr. Thomas Sackville Fitzmaurice, M.C."

The young lady who was with her lifted her brilliant hazel
eyes and half smiled. "Is it the droll young man we met
once at Mrs. Lossing's? Pray see him, Aunt Margaret,"
said Miss Van Harlem.

Mrs. Carriswood shrugged her shoulders and ordered the man
to show him up.

There entered, in the wake of the butler, a distinguished-looking
personage who held out his hand with a perfect copy of the bow
that she saw forty times a day. "He is taking himself
very seriously," she sighed; "he is precisely like anybody else!"
And she felt her interest snuffed out by Tommy's correctness.
But, directly, she changed her mind; the unfailing charm of his race
asserted itself in Tommy; she decided that he was a delightful,
original young man, and in ten minutes they were talking in the same
odd confidence that had always marked their relation.