When I returned into the house the creature who was the cause of all the trouble was still standing on the landing. He appeared unconscious of the deeds which he had done. "I am waiting. Do not de ladies and gentlemen return?" "Mr. Steingard," I said, with as much firmness as at that moment I had it in my power to display, "come downstairs and bring your bottles with you." He seemed at a loss to understand my meaning. "My friend, what do you mean? My lecture is hardly begun--my lecture brober not at all." "Begun!" I screamed. "Begun!--It's finished!--So's the party!" He actually betrayed symptoms of irritation. "Noding of de kind--what you know of it? I have still sixty-seven bottles with which I wish to try my little experiments." That was enough for me. Still sixty-seven bottles! And, for all I knew, or for anything I could do to prevent him, he might unstopper them, not only one by one, but all together, and at any moment. Half a dozen policemen were outside--they had gathered together under the apparent impression that in my establishment a riotous assemblage was taking place. I called three or four of them into the house. I pointed to Mr. Steingard on the landing. "Put that man outside--with his bottles!" A painful and, I may add, an expensive scene ensued. But at last there was an end of Steingard, and of the party. The next day I called on Nowell. He had returned to town. "Nowell," I asked, more in sorrow than in anger, "what induced you to suppose that 'A Battlefield Up-to-Date, with Realistic Illustrations and Experiments,' would be a suitable subject for an evening party?" He put his feet on the table and his hands in his pockets, and he rattled his coppers--and he smiled. "Well, you see, my dear Parker, I wasn't invited. I am aware that it was an oversight--the purest oversight. But, of course, if I had been invited I should not have recommended Steingard's lecture." I was aware he had not been invited--perfectly aware. There had been no oversight about it. The man is not a member of our social circle. We had never meant to invite him. But to think that merely on that account he should have played us such a trick! It just shows what an amount of malevolence is hidden away in the depths of human nature. At the present moment I am scarcely on speaking terms with a single one of my old friends. They all seem to think that I did it on purpose. Mr. Harland's Pupils I. Mr. Harland's first pupil from America made his appearance at Mulberry House School under rather peculiar circumstances. Mr. Harland received one morning this tersely-worded note:-- "219, Twentieth Street, New York.