'Well? The charge for this entertainment is generally one shilling, but really good-looking men are admitted free. Do you both of you want a pass, upon your faces?' He put his hand up to his mouth, and bawled: 'Is the Marquis of Twickenham at home? Sorry I didn't bring a foghorn out with me, but perhaps that's loud enough for somebody to hear.' 'What name?' 'What's yours?' 'My name is Gayer.' 'Mine's Merrett; James Merrett, Esquire. Glad to meet you. We're getting on nicely, Mr. Gayer, you and I. It's always a privilege to meet a man who's got sense, even if you can't think where he keeps it. Might I ask you if the Marquis of Twickenham is at home? My top notes are a little rusty; I didn't know I should have had to do so much shouting, or I'd have had them oiled before I came.' 'His lordship is engaged. He gave special instructions that he was not to be disturbed.' 'Oh, he did, did he? Then his instructions are going to be disturbed--and so I tell you. I'm going to see his lordship right now. There's some game going on here which it's my intention to see the bottom of. That fairy-like flower of the flock with the lily-white hair has kept calling me his "lordship" more than I quite care for; so I'm going to see what his lordship's like, for a lord's the very last thing I wish to be. Now, Fitz, I'm going to call on the Marquis. You come along and see me through.' Mr. Gayer had placed himself in Mr. Merrett's way. 'Excuse me, sir!' 'Excuse me, my dear Mr. Gayer, but would you mind removing yourself to a more convenient distance, unless you wish me to demonstrate that my fighting weight is greater than you might think?' On a sudden Mr. Merrett was across the hall, before Mr. Gayer was prepared for him to make a move. Throwing open a door he looked into the room which it disclosed. 'Hollo!' he exclaimed, 'what have we here?' Two persons were within. One, a priest of the Roman Catholic Church, was taking his ease in an armchair, the other was kneeling in front of him with his hands held up to his face. At the sound of the opening door this person withdrew his hands, and turned. It was the Marquis of Twickenham. Mr. Merrett stared at him with every appearance of the most profound amazement. He plucked off his hat. 'I--I--I'm sure I beg pardon, but are you the Marquis of Twickenham?' 'I am.' 'D--d--d--does your lordship know how much you are like me?' The man on his knees was still. The priest stood up; a fine, steady figure; in striking contrast to the abject creature at his feet. He regarded Mr. Merrett with twinkling eyes. 'There certainly is a resemblance. Is it to that fact that we are indebted for the pleasure of your presence, unannounced?' 'Well, I was told that there was a gentleman here who was so like me that father got taking me for him; and as this was promising to become inconvenient, I thought I'd come and see.' 'And having seen?' 'I beg your pardon for having intruded, and hope I'll be excused.' 'Your name?'