Resolved: That the clothing should be chosen by the Right Hon. the Lord Tupping. (Carried with enthusiasm.) "Gents," pleaded Olejoe, "hopin’ there’s no offence, live and let live is a motter we all admire. The pore ’elps the pore, so let us all live in harmony, say I. I’m doin’ me duty, an’ I’ve got to earn me livin’, so therefore no larks." "No larks," agreed the Duke gravely. "Not a single sky-warbler," agreed Tuppy. "So therefore, gents," said the gratified Olejoe gaining courage, "let’s drop this silly idea about a bath. Give me a bit of soap an’ lead me to the kitchen sink an’ I’ll give meself a good sluice—what do you say?" "My dear old wreck," said Tuppy firmly, "with all the admirable sentiments you have so feelingly enunciated, I am in complete agreement. More particularly with ’live an’ let live.’ Heaven knows," he protested, "I am no blatant reformer who to demonstrate his absurd theories, would change the smooth course of my fellows lives. But a bath, ole feller—a real water bath! None of your one leg in, an’ one leg out, but a proper all-in-run-or-not wash up." So Hank and Tuppy went off to prepare it, carefully laying thin parings of soap at the bottom. In solemn state they escorted him to the bath-room door. They waited outside talking encouragingly, till a mighty splashing silenced instructions. "You’re splashin’ with your hands," warned Tuppy, "get into it." They heard a groan and a gentle plash as Olejoe took the water gingerly. Then a wild yell as his foot slipped on the soapy bottom and a splash louder than all. "Good," said Tuppy with satisfaction. It was nine o’clock that night before they fixed Olejoe in his new kit. The pink silk stockings pleased him; the red plush knickers he regarded dubiously; the gold laced scarlet coat he did not like at all. The gold aiguillettes he jibbed at. But Tuppy was very persuasive. "Don’t be a silly old gentleman," he said wearily, "you’ll be objectin’ to the sword next!" "I won’t wear a sword!" roared Olejoe. Tuppy was shocked. "Here we are, takin’ all this trouble to make you look presentable, givin’ you a chain of office an’ all, an’ you say ’won’t,’—naughty, naughty!" He shook his head reprovingly. Olejoe turned from one to the other in despair. "Gents——" he cried passionately. But the Duke was looking very severe, and Hank’s face spoke his disapproval. "Such base ingratitude," said the Duke, with gentle melancholy, "saps the very fount of benevolence. Here am I, giving a party in your honour——" "Giving you a write up," murmured Hank. "Getting you a throne from Angels," continued the Duke, "making you a King of Broker’s men." "Olejoe the First," said Hank. "And you say won’t!" said the three in indignant chorus. That night there were sounds of revelry from 64, sounds that penetrated to 66 and caused Alicia some misgivings.