And he kept on young-manning Denry with an easy patronage which Denry could scarcely approve of. "I bet I ’ve made more money this summer than you have—with all your jerrying!" said Denry silently to the Councillor’s back while the Cotterill family were inspecting the historic lifeboat on the beach. Councillor Cotterill said frankly that one reason for their calling at Llandudno was his desire to see this singular lifeboat, about which there had really been a very great deal of talk in the Five Towns. The admission comforted Denry. Then the Councillor recommenced his young-manning. "Look here," said Denry carelessly, "you must come and dine with me one night, all of you—will you?" Nobody who has not passed at least twenty years in a district where people dine at one o’clock, and dining after dark is regarded as a wild idiosyncrasy of earls, can appreciate the effect of this speech. The Councillor, when he had recovered himself, said that they would be pleased to dine with him; Mrs. Cotterill’s tight lips were seen to move, but not heard; and Nellie glowed. "Yes," said Denry, "come and dine with me at the Majestic." The name of the Majestic put an end to the young-manning. It was the new hotel by the pier, and advertised itself as the most luxurious hotel in the Principality. Which was bold of it, having regard to the magnificence of caravanserais at Cardiff. It had two hundred bedrooms, and waiters who talked English imperfectly; and its prices were supposed to be fantastic. After all, the most startled and frightened person of the four was perhaps Denry. He had never given a dinner to anybody. He had never even dined at night. He had never been inside the Majestic. He had never had the courage to go inside the Majestic. He had no notion of the mysterious preliminaries to the offering of a dinner in a public place. But the next morning he contracted to give away the lifeboat to a syndicate of boatmen, headed by John their leader, for £35. And he swore to himself that he would do that dinner properly even if it cost him the whole price of the boat. Then he met Mrs. Cotterill coming out of a shop. Mrs. Cotterill, owing to a strange hazard of fate, began talking at once. And Denry, as an old shorthand writer, instinctively calculated that not Thomas Allen Reed himself could have taken Mrs. Cotterill down verbatim. Her face tried to express pain, but pleasure shone out of it. For she found herself in an exciting contretemps which she could understand.