"No, no," said Mr. Stiles, whose powers of invention were not always to be relied upon. "You tell it; it's your story." The widow looked from one to the other. "It's your story, sir," said Mr. Burton. "No, I won't tell it," said Mr. Stiles. "It wouldn't be fair to you, Burton. I'd forgotten that when I spoke. Of course, you were young at the time, still----" "I done nothing that I'm ashamed of, sir," said Mr. Burton, trembling with passion. "I think it's very hard if I'm not to hear it," said Mrs. Dutton, with her most fascinating air. Mr. Stiles gave her a significant glance, and screwing up his lips nodded in the direction of Mr. Burton. "At any rate, you were in the chimney with me, sir," said that unfortunate. "Ah!" said the other, severely. "But what was I there for, my man?" Mr. Burton could not tell him; he could only stare at him in a frenzy of passion and dismay. "What were you there for, Admiral Peters?" inquired Mrs. Dutton. "I was there, ma'am," said the unspeakable Mr. Stiles, slowly--"I was there to save the life of Burton. I never deserted my men---never. Whatever scrapes they got into I always did my best to get them out. News was brought to me that Burton was suffocating in the chimney of the Sultan's favourite wife, and I----" "Sultan's favourite wife!" gasped Mrs. Dutton, staring hard at Mr. Burton, who had collapsed in his chair and was regarding the ingenious Mr. Stiles with open-mouthed stupefaction. "Good gracious! I--I never heard of such a thing. I am surprised!" "So am I," said Mr. Burton, thickly. "I--I---" "How did you escape, Admiral Peters?" inquired the widow, turning from the flighty Burton in indignation. Mr. Stiles shook his head. "To tell you that would be to bring the French Consul into it," he said, gently. "I oughtn't to have mentioned the subject at all. Burton had the good sense not to." The widow murmured acquiescence, and stole a look at the prosaic figure of the latter gentleman which was full of scornful curiosity. With some diffidence she invited the admiral to stay to supper, and was obviously delighted when he accepted. In the character of admiral Mr. Stiles enjoyed himself amazingly, his one regret being that no discriminating theatrical manager was present to witness his performance. His dignity increased as the evening wore on, and from good-natured patronage of the unfortunate Burton he progressed gradually until he was shouting at him. Once, when he had occasion to ask Mr. Burton if he intended to contradict him, his appearance was so terrible that his hostess turned pale and trembled with excitement. Mr. Burton adopted the air for his own use as soon as they were clear of Mrs. Dutton's doorstep, and in good round terms demanded of Mr. Stiles what he meant by it. "It was a difficult part to play, George," responded his friend. "We ought to have rehearsed it a bit. I did the best I could."