Mauburn had gone to his room to be alone with this bitter news. He had begun to face it when Psyche's note of release came. While he was adjusting this development, another knock came on his door. It was the same maid who had brought Psyche's note. This time she brought what he saw to be a cablegram. "Excuse me, Mr. Mauburn,--now this came early to-day and you wasn't in your room, and when you came in Mrs. Ferguson forgot it till just now." He tore open the envelope and read: "Male twins born to Lady Casselthorpe. Mother and sons doing finely. "HINKIE." Mauburn felt the rock foundations of Manhattan Island to be crumbling to dust. For an hour he sat staring at the message. He did not talk to himself once. Then he hurriedly dressed, took the note and the cablegram, and sought Mrs. Drelmer. He found that capable lady gowned for the opera. She received his bits of news with the aplomb of a resourceful commander. "Now, don't go seedy all at once--you've a chance." "Hang it all, Mrs. Drelmer, I've not. Life isn't worth living--" "Tut, tut! Death isn't, either!" "But we'd have been so nicely set up, even without the title, and now Bines, the clumsy ass, has come this infernal cropper, and knocked everything on the head. I say, you know, it's beastly!" "Hush, and let me think!" He paced the floor while his matrimonial adviser tapped a white kidded foot on the floor, and appeared to read plans of new battle in a mother-of-pearl paper-knife which she held between the tips of her fingers. "I have it--and we'll do it quickly!--Mrs. Wybert!" Mauburn's eyes opened widely. "That absurd old Peter Bines has spoken to me of her three times lately. She's made a lot more money than she had in this same copper deal, and she'd a lot to begin with. I wondered why he spoke so enthusiastically of her, and I don't see now, but--" "Well?" "She'll take you, and you'll be as well set up as you were before. Listen. I met her last week at the Critchleys. She spoke of having seen you. I could see she was dead set to make a good marriage. You know she wanted to marry Fred Milbrey, but Horace and his mother wouldn't hear of it after Avice became engaged to Rulon Shepler. I'm in the Critchleys' box to-night and I understand she's to be there. Leave it to me. Now it's after nine, so run along." "But, Mrs. Drelmer, there's that poor girl--she cares for me, and I like her immensely, you know--truly I do--and she's a trump--see where she says here she couldn't possibly leave her people now they've come down--even if matters were not otherwise impossible." "Well, you see they're not only otherwise impossible, but every wise impossible. What could you do? Go to Montana with them and learn to be an Indian? Don't for heaven's sake sentimentalise! Go home and sleep like a rational creature. Come in by eleven to-morrow. Even without the title you'll be a splendid match for Mrs. Wybert, and she must have a tidy lot of millions after this deal."