_Spurr._ (_eagerly_). But you wired me to come, Sir! About a horse of yours! I've been wondering all the evening when you'd tell me I could go round and have a look at him. I'm here instead of Mr. SPAVIN--_now_ do you understand, Sir RUPERT? I'm the Vet. [_Suppressed sensation._ _Sir Rup._ (_to himself_). This is devilish awkward! Don't quite know what to do. (_Aloud._) To--to be sure you are! Of course! That's it, ROHESIA! Mr. SPURRELL came down to see a horse, and we shall be very glad to have the benefit of his opinion by-and-by. [_He claps him amicably on the shoulder._ _Lady Cant._ (_in a sepulchral tone_). ALBINIA, I think I will go to bed. [_She withdraws._ _Sir Rup._ (_to himself_). There'll be no harm in letting him stay, now he _is_ here. If ROHESIA objects, she's got nobody but herself to blame for it! _Spurr._ (_to himself_). They won't want to keep me upstairs much longer after this! (TREDWELL _enters, and seems to have something of importance to communicate to_ Sir RUPERT _in private._) I wonder what the dooce is up _now!_ [Illustration: "Albinia, I think I will go to bed!"] * * * * * TO LETTINA. (_By a Profound Thinker._) I don't know why, but fifty times a day, To you my thoughts persistently will fly, You come to me, and, coming, come to stay-- I don't know why. Sometimes I catch myself inclined to try From heart and mind to banish you away. I always fail. If you are not too shy, Just write a line to tell me that I may Think fondly of you. Then in future I Shall think of you, and never want to say I don't know why. * * * * * THE NEW CANDIDATE.