All being gathered at the Floud house, including Mrs. Belknap-Jackson, I told them straight that I had resolved to abandon my social career, brilliant though it had been, and to enter trade quite as one of their middle-class Americans. They all gasped a bit at my first words, as I had quite expected them to do, but what was my surprise, when I went on to announce the nature of my enterprise, to find them not a little intrigued by it, and to discover that in their view I should not in the least be lowering myself. “Capital, capital!” exclaimed Belknap-Jackson, and the ladies emitted little exclamations of similar import. “At last,” said Mrs. Belknap-Jackson, “we shall have a place with tone to it. The hall above will be splendid for our dinner dances, and now we can have smart luncheons and afternoon teas.” “And a red-coated orchestra and after-theatre suppers,” said Mrs. Effie. “Only,” put in Belknap-Jackson thoughtfully, “he will of course be compelled to use discretion about his patrons. The rabble, of course----” He broke off with a wave of his hand which, although not pointedly, seemed to indicate Cousin Egbert, who once more wore the hunted look about his eyes and who sat by uneasily. I saw him wince. “Some people’s money is just as good as other people’s if you come right down to it,” he muttered, “and Bill is out for the coin. Besides, we all got to eat, ain’t we?” Belknap-Jackson smiled deprecatingly and again waved his hand as if there were no need for words. “That rowdy Bohemian set----” began Mrs. Effie, but I made bold to interrupt. There might, I said, be awkward moments, but I had no doubt that I should be able to meet them with a flawless tact. Meantime, for the ultimate confusion of the Bohemian set of Red Gap, I had to announce that the Honourable George Augustus Vane-Basingwell would presently be with us. With him as a member of the North Side set, I pointed out, it was not possible to believe that any desirable members of the Bohemian set would longer refuse to affiliate with the smartest people. My announcement made quite all the sensation I had anticipated. Belknap-Jackson, indeed, arose quickly and grasped me by the hand, echoing, “The Honourable George Augustus Vane-Basingwell, brother of the Earl of Brinstead,” with little shivers of ecstasy in his voice, while the ladies pealed their excitement incoherently, with “Really! really!” and “Actually coming to Red Gap--the brother of a lord!” Then almost at once I detected curiously cold glances being darted at each other by the ladies. “Of course we will be only too glad to put him up,” said Mrs. Belknap-Jackson quickly. “But, my dear, he will of course come to us first,” put in Mrs. Effie. “Afterward, to be sure----” “It’s so important that he should receive a favourable impression,” responded Mrs. Belknap-Jackson. “That’s exactly why----” Mrs. Effie came back with not a little obvious warmth. Belknap-Jackson here caught my eye.