Even in the remotest rural districts of America the weekly journal records that "Hank Wilson went over to Hiram Johnston's farm at Hen's Creek to see his new barn. Hiram Johnston is one of the most enterprising farmers that we got." But--there is something solid about that barn. After the legal profession had opened its portals to Montague he moved to Toronto, accepting a junior partnership in a firm of some standing. To his amazement, he found that in Toronto the _entrée_ into the best circles--and he could not exist in any other--was more difficult than in Ottawa. Though both cities had that reverence for wealth which is universal, Toronto's large population made a sudden and successful _début_ far from easy. There were so many sets--those who yachted, danced, and golfed; those who danced and golfed; and those who merely golfed. Montague decided that the last class was too fatiguing. Then there were those extraordinary people who practiced the arts in an amiable way. There is probably no city in the world where there exists more comfortable talent than in Toronto. For a time music was the occupation of musicians, but society embraced it, to the benefit of them both, with the result that musical homes abound. This worried Montague. The younger set in Ottawa knew no such phenomena. Looking farther afield, he next caught a glimpse of the University family, an after-growth of the larger life of Toronto 'Varsity. But he avoided that. His mind was dexterous, but needed lesser minds beside it to give it the sparkle of contrast. In desperation he turned to the purely _nouveaux riches_, only to find that they had made entangling alliances with all the other fraternities. There was only one well untapped--the Canadian Militia; but his mind rejected that at once. He had always agreed with Disraeli that soldiering was fit only for fools in peace-time and for barbarians in times of war. He joined the Royal Canadian Yacht Club. His dinner-parties on the verandas of that beautiful place caused him to be noticed. A friend of his introduced him to one of the society reporters. He invited her to a dinner, and sent her home in a limousine. Toronto wavered. He was certainly good-looking, and had not the "_C'est entendu_" column of one of the largest dailies recorded that "Mr. Dennis Montague's dinner-parties at the Yacht Club have a----" followed by several French words that were most impressive? With the genius of a great general, he saw that the gates were unlocked. Now for some stroke to thrust them open! For two months he cogitated, and then one day it came to him with a flash, as ideas occasionally present themselves to authors. He engaged Mr. Sylvester as a valet. Toronto society surrendered unconditionally.