“Such matters,” said her mother mildly, “are not suitable subjects for general conversation. There is a privacy about them which should be respected.” “We'll leave Florence out of it, then,” said Maude. “I met him at Mrs. Dulton's reception. His name is Capt. Reginald Hornaby, and he's the fourth son of Sir Wilfred Hornaby, of Hornaby Hook, Hornaby, England--don't you know,” and she winked spitefully at Florence. “He told me all that himself,” she continued, “so I know it must be so. Won't it be nice to have a place in England where we can make ourselves at home?” “Aunt Ella will be glad to see you at any time,” remarked Quincy. “Why don't you go back with her? She'd be delighted.” “I would but for one thing,” replied Maude. “I'm afraid I might fall in love with an Englishman, and one title in the family is enough.” Alice interposed: “Aunt Ella has an English husband with a title.” “Yes,” said Maude, “but he _has_ his title, while Reggie is four blocks away from the fire.” “You're as big a tease as ever,” and Quincy drew his favourite sister towards him. “Don't plague Flossie any more. Think of your possible fate. You may marry a Jap.” “I know a lovely little Jap, now. His name is Hioshato Konuka. Oh, Alice, won't you stay all night? When are you going on your vacation, Quincy?” “In about ten days, if the legislature is prorogued by that time.” “Where are you going?” asked his mother. “Alice wishes to go to Fernborough for a week or two, and then we shall go to Nantucket.” “Will the Earl and Sir Stuart pay us a visit?” was the next question. “I invited them in your name, mother, but Linda and Aunt Ella were anxious to get back to their yacht at Nantucket. They will sail from there to New York and take the steamer home next week.” “Is the Countess of Sussex' sister-in-law, the Lady Elfrida, married yet?” asked Florence. “I understand she is engaged,” Quincy replied. Maude was incorrigible. “Reggie told me she was practising deep breathing, owing to the length of the Episcopal marriage service.” “Maude,” said her mother sharply, “if you were not of age I should send you to bed.” “I'm going. Alice, while Quincy runs up to the house to say that you are not coming home, you come to my room. I've some pretty things to show you.” As Quincy walked up Walnut Street, he saw a bright light in Dr. Culver's window. He rang the bell, and the doctor himself came to the door. “Is that you, Quincy? Come in.” “Paul, how are you?” “Fine as silk. Business is good, but I'm doing my best to keep the undertakers out of a job. Have you read the evening papers?” “I seldom do. I prefer to wait until morning.” “The papers are rapping you hard for signing that picketing bill, but the labour men are delighted. You'll run ahead of your ticket sure next fall.” “I'm not going to run. One year is enough.” “Will Evans get the nomination? I won't vote for him. How are your wife's eyes?”