look to me somewhat made-up; it's a custom amongst her set, I believe. Often wonder whether it takes anybody in." 

 "He said she was going to invite me to her house in the country, but she didn't. Wouldn't mind meeting Henry's mother, just once, to find out what she is like." 

 "It was something on the tape," mentioned her cousin, again endeavouring to arouse memory.  "That was where I saw the name. If you two care to come along to my club, I'll run in, and make sure." 

 "We can get a Waterloo omnibus from the York and Albany corner," said Mr. Trew. 

 He warned them, in ascending the steps, that he was going to have a rare lark with the driver, whose face, it appeared, was new on the road. They took seats in front, and Mr. Trew, adopting a rustic accent, inquired of the driver whether the canal below represented the river Thames; in regard to Trinity Church, near Portland Road Station, he asked if he was right in assuming this to be St. Paul's; at Peter Robinson's he put another question, and, information given, demanded whether Oxford Circus was being run by Barnum. These and other inquiries were courteously replied to; and when the three alighted near the fountain and Trew, looking up, thanked the new driver for his kindness, the driver said, "Ta-ta, old True till Death," whipping the omnibus on the near side to call the conductor's attention to an approaching customer. 

 Mr. Trew, depressed by the failure of his elaborate scheme, walked behind the young people, grumbling self-reproachfully.  "Him recognizing me all along, and calling me by my nickname at the finish!" 

 Clarence Mills ran up the staircase of his club, and the two walked inside the railings of the square, inspected the bust of Shakespeare at the centre. A few people were sitting about. The palatial houses of amusement on the northern and the western side enjoyed their day of rest, but gave hints of startling attractions for the coming week. Mr. Trew considered Shakespeare a well-meaning writer, but somewhat old fashioned in methods, and was surprised to find that Gertie had thoroughly enjoyed "The Tempest" at His Majesty's. 

 "Was you alone?" 

 "No. Mr. Douglass took me." 

 "That accounts for it," he said knowingly. 

 Clarence Mills came looking for them with anxiety. The two hurried forward and 

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