“No,” continued Mrs. Desborough; “Mr. Desborough came to America, when a small boy, with an uncle who died some years ago. Mr. Desborough never seemed to hanker much after his English relatives as long as I knew him, but now that I and Sadie are over here, why we guessed we might look 'em up and sort of sample 'em! 'Desborough' 's rather a good name,” added the lady, with a complacency that, however, had a suggestion of query in it. “Yes,” said the consul; “from the French, I fancy.” “Mr. Desborough was English--very English,” corrected the lady. “I mean it may be an old Norman name,” said the consul. “Norman's good enough for ME,” said the daughter, reflecting. “We'll just settle it as Norman. I never thought about that DES.” “Only you may find it called 'Debborough' here, and spelt so,” said the consul, smiling. Miss Desborough lifted her pretty shoulders and made a charming grimace. “Then we won't acknowledge 'em. No Debborough for me!” “You might put an advertisement in the papers, like the 'next of kin' notice, intimating, in the regular way, that they would 'hear of something to their advantage'--as they certainly would,” continued the consul, with a bow. “It would be such a refreshing change to the kind of thing I'm accustomed to, don't you know--this idea of one of my countrywomen coming over just to benefit English relatives! By Jove! I wouldn't mind undertaking the whole thing for you--it's such a novelty.” He was quite carried away with the idea. But the two ladies were far from participating in this joyous outlook. “No,” said Mrs. Desborough promptly, “that wouldn't do. You see,” she went on with superb frankness, “that would be just giving ourselves away, and saying who WE were before we found out what THEY were like. Mr. Desborough was all right in HIS way, but we don't know anything about his FOLKS! We ain't here on a mission to improve the Desboroughs, nor to gather in any 'lost tribes.'”