"Then he's the unmarried one in Scotland who breeds terriers. I knew I should get it." "As a matter of fact he lives in London and breeds oratorios." "It's the same idea. That was the one I meant. The great point is that I placed him. Now give me another one." I leant forward eagerly. "Well, I was just going to ask you--have you arranged anything about Monday?" "Monday," I said, "Monday. No, don't tell me--I shall get it in a moment. Monday ... He's the one who---- Oh, you mean the day of the week?" "Who's a funny?" asked Celia of the teapot. "Sorry; I really thought you meant another relation. What am I doing? I'm playing golf if I can find somebody to play with." "Well, ask Edward." I could place Edward at once. Edward, I need hardly say, is Celia's uncle; one of the ones I have not yet met. He married a very young aunt of hers, not much older than Celia. "But I don't know him," I said. "It doesn't matter. Write and ask him to meet you at the golf club. I'm sure he'd love to." "Wouldn't he think it rather cool, this sudden attack from a perfectly unknown nephew? I fancy the first step ought to come from uncle." "But you're older than he is." "True. It's rather a tricky point in etiquette. Well, I'll risk it." This was the letter I sent to him:-- "MY DEAR UNCLE EDWARD,--Why haven't you written to me this term? I have spent the five shillings you gave me when I came back; it was awfully ripping of you to give it to me, but I have spent it now. Are you coming down to see me this term? If you aren't you might write to me; there is a post-office here where you can change postal orders. "What I really meant to say was, can you play golf with me on Monday at Mudbury Hill? I am your new and favourite nephew, and it is quite time we met. Be at the club-house at 2.30, if you can. I don't quite know how we shall recognize each other, but the well-dressed man in the nut-brown suit will probably be me. My features are plain but good, except where I fell against the bath-taps yesterday. If you have fallen against anything which would give me a clue to your face you might let me know. Also you might let me know if you are a professor at golf; if you are, I will read some more books on the subject between now and Monday. Just at the moment my game is putrid. "Your niece and my wife sends her love. Good-bye. I was top of my class in Latin last week. I must now stop, as it is my bath-night. "I am, "Your loving "NEPHEW." The next day I had a letter from my uncle:--