"You're the second person who's told me I can't understand, in the last half-hour." He was smiling now, as he coupled Mina and the handsome recalcitrant colleague in his protest. "I'm not sure of it." "And she's been silly, and he's been horrid, and just now--well, it's all as bad as can be, Mr Disney." "Is it? You must get it better than that, you know, before I can do anything. Good-night." "Oh, stop, do stop! Do say what you mean!" "I shan't do anything of the kind. You may tell Lady Evenswood what I've said and she'll tell you what I mean." "Oh, but please----" "If you stop me any longer, I shall send you to the Tower. Tell Lady Evenswood and Southend. If I didn't do my business better than you do yours----!" He shrugged his shoulders with a good-natured rudeness. "Good-night," he said again, and this time Mina dared not stop him. Twenty yards further on he halted once more of his own accord and fell into thought. Mina watched him till he moved on again, slowly making his way across the Mall and toward St James's Street. A great thing had happened to her--she felt that; and she had news too that she was to tell to Southend and Lady Evenswood. There was considerable unsettlement in the Imp's mind that night. The next day found her at Lady Evenswood's. The old lady and Southend (who had been summoned on Mina's command--certainly Mina was getting up in the world) understood perfectly. They nodded wise heads. "I was always inclined to think that Robert would take that view." "He fears that the Bearsdale case won't carry him all the way. Depend upon it, that's what he feels." "Well, there was the doubt there, you see." Mina was rather tired of the doubt in the Bearsdale case. It was always cropping up and being mentioned as though it were something exceedingly meritorious. "And in poor Addie's case of course there--well, there wasn't," proceeded Lady Evenswood with a sigh. "So Robert feels that it might be thought----" "The people with consciences would be at him, I suppose," said Southend scornfully. "But if the marriage came off----" "Oh, I see!" cried the Imp. "Then he would feel able to act. It would look merely like putting things back as they were, you see, Mina." "Do you think he means the viscounty?" asked Southend. "It would be so much more convenient. And they could have had an earldom once before if they'd liked." "Oh, twice," corrected Southend confidently. "I know it's said, but I don't believe it. You mean in 1816?" "Yes. Everybody knows that they could have had it from Mr Pitt." "Well, George, I don't believe about 1816. At least my father heard Lord Liverpool say----" "Oh, dear me!" murmured the Imp. This historical inquiry was neither comprehensible nor interesting. But they discussed it eagerly for some minutes before agreeing that, wherever the truth lay, a viscounty could not be considered out of the way for the Tristrams--legitimate and proper Tristrams, be it understood.