"Yes, Madam; he said he would give himself the pleasure of calling upon you to-morrow afternoon here at about four o'clock, to have a talk about mutual friends. I said that I would let Miss Million know." "Glory!" ejaculated Million, as the chamber-maid withdrew. "Jer hear that, Miss Beatrice?" "I hear you calling me by my wrong name again," I said severely. "Smith, I mean! D'you take it in that we're going to have that young gentleman coming calling here to-morrow to see us? Oh, lor'! I shall be too nervous to open my mouth, I know.... Which of me new dresses d'you think I'd better put on, M--Smith? Better be the very grandest I got, didn't it? Oh! I shall go trembly all over when I see him again close to, I know I shall," babbled Million, starry-eyed with excitement. "Didn't I ought to drop him a line to thank him for them lovely flowers and to say I shall be so pleased to see him?" "Certainly not!" I said firmly. "In the first place, I don't think you ought to see him at all." Million gaped at me. "Not see----But he's coming here to call!" My voice sounded as severe as Aunt Anastasia's own as I returned: "I don't think he seemed a very desirable sort of visitor." "Not----But, Miss, dear, you heard what the maid said. He's a Honourable!" "I don't care if he's a Serene Highness. I didn't like the look of him." "I thought he looked lovely!" protested the little heiress, gazing half-timidly, half-reproachfully upon me. "Look at the beautiful kind smile he'd got, and so good-lookin'! And even if he wasn't a lord's son, you could see at a glance that he was a perfect gentleman, used to every luxury!" "Yes, I daresay," I began. "But--well! I don't know how to explain why I don't think we--you ought to get to know him, Million. But I don't. For one thing, I heard him making inquiries about you as we went through this afternoon. I heard him tell the hall porter to find out if you had anything to do with Mr. Million, of Chicago!" "Very natural kind of remark to pass," said little Million. "Seeing new people come in, and knowing uncle's name. It's because of uncle, you see, that he wants to make friends." "Because of uncle's money!" I blurted out rather brutally. "Oh, Miss--oh, Smith!" protested Million, all reproachful eyes. "What would he want with more money, a young gentleman like that? He's got no end of his own." "How do you know?" "But--w'y! Look at him!" cried Million. "Look at his clothes! Look at that lovely coach an' those horses----"