This was the only occasion, however, on which he asserted his will with Daphne. In all else she found him perfectly amenable. He permitted her without protest to overhaul his wardrobe, and submitted meekly to a scathing lecture upon the negligence apparent in the perforated condition of some of his garments and the extravagance evinced by the multiplicity of others. In short, Daphne adopted Juggernaut, as only a young and heart-whole girl can whose experience of men so far has been purely domestic. She felt like his mother. To her he was a child of the largest possible growth, who, not having enjoyed such advantages as she had all her life bestowed upon the rest of the flock, must needs be treated with twofold energy and special consideration. He was her Benjamin, she felt. * * * * * Juggernaut was to depart to-morrow. His socks were darned. Items of his wardrobe, hitherto anonymous, were neatly marked with his initials. His very pocket-handkerchiefs were numbered. "You are sending me back to work thoroughly overhauled and refitted," he said to Daphne, as she displayed, not without pride, his renovated garments laid out upon the spare bed. "I feel like a cruiser coming out of dry dock." "Well, don't get your things in that state again," said Daphne severely--"that's all! Who looks after them?" "My man." "He ought to be ashamed of himself, then. By the way, there is a dress waistcoat of yours with two buttons off. Can I _trust_ you, now, to get them put on again, or had I better keep the waistcoat until I can get buttons to match?" "You are very good," said Juggernaut, bowing before the storm. "That's settled, then. Where shall I send it to?" Juggernaut thought, and finally gave the address of a club in Pall Mall. "Club--do you live in a _club_?" inquired Daphne, with a woman's instinctive dislike for such a monastic and impregnable type of domicile. "Sometimes. It saves trouble, you see," said Juggernaut apologetically. "My house in town is shut at present. I spend a good deal of time in the north." "Where do you live when you are in the north?" inquired Daphne, with the healthy curiosity of her age and sex. "I have another house there," admitted Juggernaut reluctantly. "It is called Belton." "How many houses have you got altogether?" asked Daphne, in the persuasive tones of a schoolmaster urging a reticent culprit to make a clean breast of it and get it over like a man. "I have a little place in the Highlands," said Juggernaut humbly-- Daphne rolled her brown eyes up to the ceiling. --"But it is the merest shooting-box," he added, as if pleading for a light sentence. "Is that all?" "Yes--on my honour!" "And--you live in a _club_!" Then came the verdict--the inevitable verdict.