"He will do. Send up the 'person with three negro persons,'" said the viscount. And once more the waiter left the room. In a few moments Lord Vincent's valet entered. "Frisbie, we leave for Scotland by the four o'clock train, to-morrow morning. See to it." "Yes, my lord. I beg your lordship's pardon, but is your lordship aware that it is the parliamentary?" "Certainly; but it is also the first. See to it that your gorillas are ready. And--Frisbie." "Yes, my lord." "Go and engage a first-class carriage for our own exclusive use." "Yes, my lord," said the man, with his hand still on the door, as if waiting further orders. "Lord Vincent, I would be obliged if you would tell him to send one of my women to me," said Claudia coldly. "Women? Oh! Here, Frisbie! send the female gorillas up." "I said one of my women, the elder one, he may send." "Frisbie, send the old female gorilla up, then." The man went out of the room. And Claudia turned upon her husband: "Lord Vincent, I do not know in what light you consider it; but I think your conduct shows bad wit and worse manners." "Lady Vincent, I am sorry you should disapprove of it," said his lordship, falling to upon his beefsteak and ale, the fumes of which soon filled the room. But that was nothing to what was coming. When he had finished his supper he coolly took a pipe from his pocket, filled it with "negro- head," and prepared to light it. Then stopping in the midst of his operations, he looked at Claudia and inquired: "Do you dislike tobacco smoke?" "I do not know, my lord. No gentleman ever smoked in my presence," replied Claudia haughtily. "Oh, then, of course, you don't know, and never will until you try. There is nothing like experiment." And Lord Vincent put the pipe between his lips and puffed away vigorously. The room was soon filled with smoke. That, combined with the smell of the beefsteak and the ale, really sickened Claudia. She went to the window, raised it and looked out. "You will take cold," said his lordship. "I would rather take cold than breathe this air," was her reply. "Just as you please; but I hadn't," he said. And he went and shut down the window. Amazement held Claudia still for a moment; she could scarcely believe in such utter disregard of her feelings. At last, in a voice vibrating with ill-suppressed indignation, she said: "My lord, the air of this room makes me ill. If you must smoke, can you not do so somewhere else?" "Where?" questioned his lordship, taking the pipe from his mouth for an instant. "Is there not a smoking room, reading room, or something of the sort, for gentlemen's accommodation?" "In this place? Ha, ha, ha! Well, there is the taproom!" "Then why not go there?" inquired Claudia, who had no very clear idea of what the taproom really was. Lord Vincent's face flushed at what he seemed to think an intentional affront. "I can go into the street," he said.