"My name is Tarrington," resumed the candidate for recognition.
"A very useful kind of name," said Clovis; "with a name of that sort no
one would blame you if you did nothing in particular heroic or
remarkable, would they? And yet if you were to raise a troop of light
horse in a moment of national emergency, 'Tarrington's Light Horse'
would sound quite appropriate and pulse-quickening; whereas if you were
called Spoopin, for instance, the thing would be out of the question.
No one, even in a moment of national emergency, could possibly belong
to Spoopin's Horse."
The new-comer smiled weakly, as one who is not to be put off by mere
flippancy, and began again with patient persistence:
"I think you ought to remember my name--"
"I shall," said Clovis, with an air of immense sincerity. "My aunt was
asking me only this morning to suggest names for four young owls she's
just had sent her as pets. I shall call them all Tarrington; then if
one or two of them die or fly away, or leave us in any of the ways that
pet owls are prone to, there will be always one or two left to carry on
your name. And my aunt won't LET me forget it; she will always be
asking 'Have the Tarringtons had their mice?' and questions of that
sort. She says if you keep wild creatures in captivity you ought to
see after their wants, and of course she's quite right there."
"I met you at luncheon at your aunt's house once--" broke in Mr.
Tarrington, pale but still resolute.
"My aunt never lunches," said Clovis; "she belongs to the National
Anti-Luncheon League, which is doing quite a lot of good work in a
quiet, unobtrusive way. A subscription of half a crown per quarter
entitles you to go without ninety-two luncheons."
"This must be something new," exclaimed Tarrington.
"It's the same aunt that I've always had," said Clovis coldly.
"I perfectly well remember meeting you at a luncheon-party given by
your aunt," persisted Tarrington, who was beginning to flush an
unhealthy shade of mottled pink.
"What was there for lunch?" asked Clovis.
"Oh, well, I don't remember that--"
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