"Met young Sutton at lunch," observed Calder. "He's been rusticating with some relations of old Van Merceron's. They've got a nice place apparently." "I particularly dislike Mr. Sutton." "All right. He sha'n't come when we're married. Eh? What?" "I didn't speak," said Miss Glyn, who had certainly done something. "Beg pardon," smiled Calder. "Victor told me rather a joke. It appears there's a young Merceron, and the usual rustic beauty, don't you know--forget the name--but a fat girl, Victor said, and awfully gone on young Merceron. Well, there's a pond or something----" "How long will this story last?" asked Miss Glyn with a tragic air. "It's an uncommon amusing one," protested Calder. "He upset her in the pond, and----" "Do you mind finishing it some other time?" "Oh, all right. Thought it'd interest you." "It doesn't." "Never knew such a girl! No sense of humor!" commented Calder, with a shake of his head and a backward roll of his eye towards his companion. But it makes such a difference whether a story is new to the hearer. CHAPTER VI THERE WAS SOMEBODY Two worlds and half a dozen industries had conspired to shower gold on Calder Wentworth's head. There was land in the family, brought by his grandmother; there was finance on the paternal side (whence came a Portuguese title, carefully eschewed by Calder); there had been a London street, half a watering-place, a South African mine, and the better part of an American railway. The street and the watering-place remained; the mine and the railway had been sold at the top of the market. About the same time the family name became Wentworth--it had been Stripes, which was felt to be absurd--and the family itself began to take an exalted place in society. The rise was the easier because, when old Mr. Stripes-Wentworth died, young Mr. Calder S. Wentworth became the only representative; and a rich young bachelor can rise lightly to heights inaccessible to the feet of less happily situated folk. It seemed part of Providence's benevolence that when Lady Forteville asked how many 'Stripes women' there were, the answer could be 'None'; whereupon the countess at once invited Mr. Calder Wentworth to dinner. Calder went, and rolled his frog's eyes with much amusement when the lady asked him to what Wentworths he belonged, for, as he observed to Miss Glyn, whom he had the pleasure of escorting, his Wentworths were an entirely new brand, and Lady Forteville knew it as well as if she had read the letters patent and invented the coat-of-arms. "Mr. Wentworth--Mr. Merceron," said Victor Sutton, with a wave of his hand. "I believe I know an uncle of yours--an uncommon clever fellow," said Calder, unfolding his napkin and glancing round the dining-room of the Themis Club. "Oh, Uncle Van? Yes, we consider him our----" "Leading article? Quite so. I've heard a bit about you too--something about a canoe, eh?" Charlie looked somewhat disturbed.