"The army is the only possible profession for a gentleman in your position," the duke observed. "Ah! that would not meet my views at present," Diavolo rejoined. "I am advised that the army is not a career for a man. It is a career for a machine--for a machine with a talent for converting other men into machines, and I haven't the talent. I suppose, if Uncle Dawne _won't_ marry, I shall be obliged to go into the House of Lords eventually; but, in the meantime, I should like to be doing some good in the world." "You might go into Parliament," his uncle suggested. "Ah, no!" Diavolo answered seriously. "I should never dream of undertaking any of the actual work of the world while there are plenty of good women to do it for me. My modest idea was to be a musician, or philanthropic lecturer, or artist of some kind--something that gives pleasure, you know, and the proceeds to be devoted to the indigent." "May I ask if you belong to the peace party?" said the duke. "I am a peace party myself," Diavolo answered. "Anybody who has lived as long with Angelica as I have would be that--if he were not a party in pieces." "I admire your wit!" said Angelica sarcastically. Diavolo bestowed a grateful smile upon her. "But everything is easy enough for a man of intellect," she went on, "whatever his position. It is _our_ powers that are wasted." "Vanity! vanity!" said Lady Fulda. "Why do you suppose that your abilities are superior?" "I can prove that they are!" Angelica answered hotly. Then suddenly her spirits went up, and she began to be sociable. For a few days after this the Heavenly Twins appeared to be very busy. They both wrote a great deal, and also practised regularly on their violins and the piano; and they made some mysterious expeditions, slipping away unattended into Morningquest. It was suspected that they had something serious on hand, but Father Ricardo being away, the spy-system was suspended, so nobody knew. One morning, however, big placards, which had been printed in London, appeared on every hoarding in Morningquest, announcing in the largest type that Miss Hamilton-Wells and Mr. Theodore Hamilton-Wells would give an entertainment in the Theatre for the benefit of certain of the city charities, which were specified. The programme opened with music, which was to be followed by a speech from Mr. Theodore Hamilton-Wells, and to conclude with a monologue, entitled "The Condemned Cell," to be delivered by Miss Hamilton-Wells, who had written it specially for the occasion. This was the news which greeted Mr. Hamilton-Wells and Lady Adeline upon their return from their voyage round the world; and, like everybody else, when they first saw the placard, which was as they drove from the station through Morningquest to the castle, they exclaimed: "Who on earth is Mr. _Theodore_ Hamilton-Wells?"