"'Indade I'll do that same,' says he, 'and wan thing more,' says he. "Hist!" and Smith spoke very low and cautiously. "He heard a child cry--or maybe it was a cat. Kelly didn't know which, not bein' interested." The two stared at each other for a moment in silence, then Sam said: "How long has your friend Kelly known him?" "I don't knaw--sure, I didn't ax him, but I thought it was impartant to tell yees at once. Kelly is waitin' down be the shipyard. Will yees come?" "I'll meet both of you there in an hour. Sh! Aunty is coming. Mum is the word, Smith!" "Sure, the ould divil himself cudn't make me tell it to yees aunt." As he was leaving, Smith said in a whisper, "We'll wait for yees." "I'll be along soon," replied Sam, and he muttered thoughtfully, "May be something in it." CHAPTER XI. Suddenly Sam became all attention, for he heard the voice of Mrs. Harris, who then reappeared with an open book in her hand. "The work is entitled 'Chesterfieldian Deportment,' by Garrilus Gibbs, Ph.D. D. D., Now, Sam, I desire your strict attention to this paragraph," and she read from the book. "'Nothing so militates against the first impression of a gentleman as ingratitude for a special service rendered; for example'"--and she looked at Sam very significantly, as she lowered the book, "His Grace was so solicitous about your hurt that, regardless of convenience and also of prior appointments, he hastened to make a personal call, rather than use the 'phone." "Particularly so," Sam added, provoked to grin, "when a right pretty and wealthy maid is in the corral. Eh, aunty?" "That is my lord's prerogative, but I shall permit of no digression," she severely remarked. "To continue--'nothing to mind so convincingly proclaims the ignorance of an ill-bred commoner than vulgar liberty in the presence of a peer of England's realm!' You follow me?" "I guess I do, aunty," Sam replied, with his characteristic side movement of the head, and then, as he stood in an expectant attitude, carelessly fingered, with both hands, his watch chain. "Sam, stop fidgeting with your watch chain. It is characteristic of a nervous gawk. The very reverse of good form and quite unbecoming a well-bred, polite gentleman." "All right, aunty, fire away." And Sam's eyes twinkled mischievously, as his hands fell by his side. "In order that the house of Harris shall not be defamed through an act of discourtesy to one of its guests, I insist, first of all, that you give me an example of your expression of gratitude to his Lordship for his great humanitarian act and kindness to you in your hour of insensibility." "Ea--ah! Eh!" ejaculated Sam in laughing surprise, but much as he disliked to comply, he felt there was no use trying to dodge the issue.