“I look as if I'd eat out of his hand,” Tembarom answered, quite unbiased by any touch of wounded vanity. “Why shouldn't I? And I'm not trying to wake him up, either. I like to look that way to him and to his sort. It gives me a chance to watch and get wise to things. He's a high-school education in himself. I like to hear him talk. I asked him to come and stay at the house so that I could hear him talk.” “Did he introduce the mammoth mines in his first call?” the duke inquired. “Oh, I don't mean that kind of talk. I didn't know how much good I was going to get out of him at first. But he was the kind I hadn't known, and it seemed like he was part of the whole thing--like the girls with title that Ann said I must get next to. And an easy way of getting next to the man kind was to let him come and stay. He wanted to, all right. I guess that's the way he lives when he's down on his luck, getting invited to stay at places. Like Lady Mallowe,” he added, quite without prejudice. “You do sum them up, don't you?” smiled the duke. “Well, I don't see how I could help it,” he said impartially. “They're printed in sixty-four point black-face, seems to me.” “What is that?” the duke inquired with interest. He thought it might be a new and desirable bit of slang. “I don't know that one.” “Biggest type there is,” grinned Tembarom. “It's the kind that's used for head-lines. That's newspaper-office talk.” “Ah, technical, I see. What, by the way, is the smallest lettering called?” his grace followed up. “Brilliant,” answered Tembarom. “You,” remarked the duke, “are not printed in sixty-four-point black-face so far as they are concerned. You are not even brilliant. They don't find themselves able to sum you up. That fact is one of my recreations.” “I'll tell you why,” Tembarom explained with his clearly unprejudiced air. “There's nothing much about me to sum up, anyhow. I'm too sort of plain sailing and ordinary. I'm not making for anywhere they'd think I'd want to go. I'm not hiding anything they'd be sure I'd want to hide.” “By the Lord! you're not!” exclaimed the duke. “When I first came here, every one of them had a fool idea I'd want to pretend I'd never set eyes on a newsboy or a boot-black, and that I couldn't find my way in New York when I got off Fifth Avenue. I used to see them thinking they'd got to look as if they believed it, if they wanted to keep next. When I just let out and showed I didn't care a darn and hadn't sense enough to know that it mattered, it nearly made them throw a fit. They had to turn round and fix their faces all over again and act like it was 'interesting.' That's what Lady Mallowe calls it. She says it's so 'interesting!'” “It is,” commented the duke.