It was on his way to Budgeby Box that the Signor came to us at Happy-Thought Hall, and brought Madame; or rather, that Madame came and brought the Signor. Milburd was now the Signor's constant companion. Madame trusted, she said, Mr. Regniati to his nephew. Mr. Regniati, she adds, is a child. "I expect no responsibility from him. I look to Richard for that. Richard must take care of his uncle, and go out shooting with him, as I will _not_ have," she says, emphatically "I will _not_ have Mr. Regniati going out with a gun, _alone_." If Mr. Regniati is present when these remarks are made, he merely smiles, quite happily, stretches out his arms, and exclaims, in a tone of the slightest remonstrance possible, "Oh, my dear! I can shoot! I am quite safe." "Yes," returns Madame, "and I mean you to keep so." "I vas born for a sport-mans," Mr. Regniati observes to us. I notice that he is fond of putting words into a sort of plural of his own invention. "You're lucky, Mr. Regniati," observes his wife, "to find _that_ out at all events. For my part I can't make out why you were ever born at all." Again the Signor smiles, and says in cheerful remonstrance, "Oh my dear!" but he is too wise to continue a conversation which would only involve an argument, and perhaps, the loss of his "lee-tel shoot-box at Bod-ge-bee." Dick, _i.e._ Milburd, benefits considerably by this arrangement. His aunt pays all the expenses (trusting Mr. Regniati with no money), as long as he and his uncle are together. "Richard," she says, "is clever and careful. My husband is a schoolboy. I can only trust a schoolboy with a tutor." We are at dinner when the Signor arrives. He enters in a state of great excitement. "Ah!" he exclaims, "'Ow do you do?" this to everyone generally. "Ah Deeck!" this to Milburd, reproachfully. "Vy you not meet me at ze Rail-vays?" "You'd better go and dress yourself, Mr. Regniati," remarks Madame, drily, finishing her soup, "or you won't have any dinner." "My dear!" he cries, "No din-ner! I am so 'ongry. I 'ave no-sing to eat since my break-fast." "You should have been here before," says Madame.