"Yes--yes--yes," cried his lordship, rising in great excitement; "and-- and--and it's, damme, it's too much. Tom, Tom, my son, if you don't kick that fellow out of the house, damme, I will, for it's all a piece of--of confounded humbug. I won't have it--I didn't order this to be done--it's--it's--a confounded, damme, it's a cruel insult to me and my family, and I won't--I won't--Tom, my boy, send that fellow away, or I shall--damme, I shall kill him." "Yes, yes, go now," moaned her ladyship. "I will send to you, Mr Hurkle." The private inquirer bowed very low, took up his hat and gloves, and, replacing his pocket-book without unbuttoning himself, backed out of the room, as Tom stood with his hands in his pockets, his little waxed moustache sticking out in two sharp points, and grinding his teeth, while poor Lord Barmouth limped about the room trembling with excitement. "Oh!" moaned her ladyship. "My salts--my drops, Tryphie; this will be the death of me." "Serve you right," said Tom, savagely. "You brought it on yourself." "It's--it's too bad. Little innocent amusement. Bit o' dinner and glass o' wine. Charley Melton is all right." "Yes," said Lady Barmouth, "a gambler, a _roue_. But what wonder. Ah, me! Oh, my poor children. That Melton debauching my husband!" "And--and--and devilish nice fellow too. I--I--I--I liked it, and-- and--and I wished that you had been there, Tom." "Thanke, governor." "Oh, that I should live to hear all this!" "You--you ought to have kicked that fellow out, Tom." "Be silent, Barmouth, be silent. Tryphie, ring for Justine to help me to my room. My heart is nearly broken now," she added, in a tone of voice that seemed to indicate that it was only holding together by a little bit of ligament which was ready to go at any moment. "Maude, ungrateful girl, you have heard all. The horrible, dissipated gambler who is dragging my son into his dreadful vortex, and even spreading his meshes around your weak father." "Weak!" cried Lord Barmouth; "not at all." "I have heard no harm of Mr Melton, mamma," said Maude. "He--" She checked herself on the point of saying, "He told me he was going." "But a gambler, my child--a gambler." "Who pockets sixpenny lives at pool when he isn't losing," said Tom--"a wretch, a demon. Vot a larks!" "Good game, pool, when your hand is steady. Yes, my boy, yes," said his lordship, who was now rapidly calming down, and looking frightened. "Thank heaven," cried her ladyship, in tragic tones, "civilisation has introduced the private inquirer. I know all now, and my course is clear." "Know all, eh?" said Tom, "Why, mamma, you've had a splendid pen'orth. All that about Charley Melton, and the private information about the governor chucked in." "`Chucked!'" ejaculated her ladyship, in tones which sounded as if she were forming an enormous "poster" for a hoarding. "`Chucked!' And this is my expensively-educated son. Justine, help me to my room."