He handed three of them to Lothian. One was a business letter from the firm of Ince and Amberley, the other an invitation to a literary dinner at the Trocadero, the third, with foreign stamp and postmark, was for Mary Lothian. As they drove out of the town, Ingworth was in high spirits. His eyes sparkled, he seemed excited. "Good news by this post, Dicker?" Gilbert asked. Ingworth had been waiting for the question. He tried to keep the tremulous pleasure out of his voice as he answered. "Well, rather. I've just heard from Herbert Toftrees. When I saw him last, just before I came down here, he hinted that he might be able to influence things for me in a certain quarter." . . . He paused. Gilbert saw how it was. The lad was bursting with news but wanted to appear calm, wanted to be coaxed. Well, Gilbert owed him that! "Really! Has something come off, Dicker, then? Do tell me, I should be so glad." "Yes, Gilbert. It's the damnedst lucky thing! Toftrees is a topping chap. The other day he hinted at something he might be able to do for me in his deep-voiced, mysterious way. I didn't pay much attention because they say he's rather like that, and one mustn't put too much trust in it. But, by Jove! it's come off. The editor of the _Wire_--Ommany you know--wants somebody to go to Italy with the delegation of English Public School Masters, as special correspondent for a month. They've offered it to me. It's a big step, Gilbert, for me! They will pay awfully well for the job and it means that I shall get in permanently with the _Wire_." "I'm awfully glad, Dicker. Splendid for you! But what is it exactly?" "The new movement in Italy, anti-Papal and National. It's the schools, you know. The King and the Mayor of Rome are frightfully keen that all the better class schools, like our public schools, you know--shall be taken out of the hands of the Jesuits and the seminary priests. Games and a healthy sort of school life are to be organised for the boys. They're going to try and introduce our system if they can. A Harrow tutor, a Winchester man, undermasters from Haileybury, Repton and Denstone are going out to organise things." "And you're going with them to tell England all about it! I congratulate you, Dicker. It's a big chance. You can make some fine articles out of it, if you take care. It should introduce your name." "Thanks awfully, I hope so. It's because I got my running blue I expect. But it's jolly decent of the old Toffer all the same." "Oh, it is. When do you go?" "At once. They start in four days. I shall have to go up to town by the first train to-morrow." "I'm sorry, but of course, if you must" . . . "Oh, I must," Ingworth said importantly. "I have to see Ommany to-morrow night." Unconsciously, as he urged the cob onwards, his head sank forward a little, and he imitated the grave pre-occupation of Lothian upon the drive out.