eleventh Marquis, a gamekeeper's cottage and small plot of land, curiously situated in the shadow of Mandeleys, became the property of a yeoman of the name of Vont.  This ill-advised and singular action of my late uncle is complicated by the fact that the inheritors of his bounty have become, as a family, inimical to their patrons.  Their present representative, for instance, is obsessed by some real or fancied grievance upon which I scarcely care to dilate.  For nearly twenty years," the Marquis continued ruminatively, "the cottage has been empty except for the presence of an elderly person who died some years ago.  Since then I have, through my lawyers, endeavored, both by purchase and by upsetting the deed of gift, to regain possession of the property.  The legal owner appears to be domiciled in America, and as he has been able to resist my lawsuits and has refused all my offers of purchase, I gather that in that democratic country he has amassed a certain measure of wealth.  We are now confronted with the fact that this person announces his intention of returning to England and taking up his residence within a few yards of my front door."Sir Robert laughed heartily.  "Upon my word, sir," he exclaimed, "it's a humorous situation!" The Marquis was unruffled but bitter. "Your sense of humour, my dear Robert," he said, "suffers, I fear, from your daily associations in the House of Commons." The man by Letitia's side suddenly leaned forward. After the smooth and pleasant voice of the Marquis, his question, with its slight transatlantic accent, sounded almost harsh. "What did you say that man's name was, Marquis?" "Richard Vont," was the courteous reply. "The name is a singular one, but America is a vast country. I imagine it is scarcely possible that in the course of your travels you have come across a person so named?" "A man calling himself Richard Vont crossed in the steamer with me, three weeks ago," David Thain announced. "I have not the least doubt that this is the man who is coming to occupy the cottage you speak of." "It is indeed a small world," the Marquis remarked. "I will not inflict this family matter upon you all any longer. After lunch, perhaps, you will spare me a few moments of your time, Mr.--Mr. Thain. I shall be interested to hear more about this person." Letitia rose, presently, to leave the room. Whilst she waited for her aunt to conclude a little anecdote, she glanced with some interest at the man by her side. More than ever the sense of his incongruity with that atmosphere seemed borne in upon her, yet she was forced to concede to him, notwithstanding the delicacy of his appearance, a certain unexpected strength, a forcefulness of tone and manner, which gave him a certain distinction. He had risen, waiting for her passing, and one 

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