"Very good," he remarked graciously. "Wardrobe mistress must be obeyed, I suppose. I’m beginning to warm up to this part. I shall surprise you all yet." "I hope not," murmured Mr. Welwyn devoutly. "Did you tell him about the name, Father?" prompted Amelia. "No, I forgot," said Mr. Welwyn. "Mr. Stillbottle, I think this afternoon that we had better address you by some other name than your own." "What," enquired Mr. Stillbottle, with a touch of hauteur, "is the matter with me own little patteronymic?" "Just to sustain the character, you know," urged Mr. Welwyn. Mr. Stillbottle sighed, in humorous resignation. "All right," he said. "Confer the title." Mr. Welwyn turned to his wife. "What do you say to ’Howard,’ Mother?" he asked. "Nothing with an H in front of it for _me_, dearie, if you please," announced Mrs. Welwyn firmly. "I can see enough rocks of that kind ahead of me this afternoon as it is." "Why not ’Russell’?" suggested Amelia. "Russell Square, you know." Mrs. Welwyn stroked her resourceful little daughter’s hair gratefully. "That will do finely," she said. "You are Russell," she announced briefly to Mr. Stillbottle. The newly christened infant acquiesced listlessly, and rose from the sofa. "Now I must tear myself away," he said, "to don me trunks and ’ose and get up this patter. I’m a slow study. No promptin’, I presume?" "No," said Mr. Welwyn. "Gaggin’ permitted?" enquired Mr. Stillbottle, without much hope. "Certainly not." "Very good. So long, everybody. _Exit Russell_, door in back." With a theatrical gesture, the ci-devant impersonator of elephants’ hind legs disappeared. The Welwyns regarded one another apprehensively. "Oh, dear!" said Mrs. Welwyn. "We must make the best of him, Martha," said her husband. "After all, we did not invite him here of our own accord: he _has_ to be present in the house in some capacity. Still, I admit he is the weak spot in our enterprise--the heel of Achilles, so to speak." But Mr. Welwyn was wrong. CHAPTER XX REHEARSED EFFECTS "_H_as _H_erbert," enquired Mrs. Welwyn, taking a deep breath, "_h_urt _H_orace?" She choked. "Oh, dear!" "Very good, Mumsie," said Amelia encouragingly. "Go on." "But it puts me out of breath so, child, as soon as I begin to think of it," complained her pupil. "I shall never learn." "Yes, you will," said Amelia confidently. "H’s are just a matter of proper breathing, Daddy says. Now try the next sentence, and remember there’s a trap in it!" Miss Amelia seated herself upon the floor, clasping her long black legs with her arms and resting her chin on her knees. "Now," she said, with a little nod. Conscientious Mrs. Welwyn, having audibly recharged her lungs, now began to emit another heavily aspirated sentence. "_H_ildebrand," she announced, "_h_as _h_it _H_enry _h_ard _h_intentionally. There, that’s done it!" She sighed despairingly.