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"You, Peterby"

Here Peterby took hihtful eyes and gloomy brow

"Sir," said he, "the World of Fashion is a trivial world where all

must appear trivial; it is a place where all arded who are most affected; it is a world

of shauarded"

"So I have heard," nodded Barnabas

"To gain admission you must, first of all, have money"

"Yes," said Barnabas

"Birth--if possible"

"Hum," said Barnabas

"Wit and looks may be helpful, but all these are utterly useless

unless you have what I ic key"

"And what is that?"

"Notoriety, sir"

"For what?"

"For anything that will serve to lift you out of the ruck--to set

you above the throng,--you inality is divine!" said Barnabas

"More or less, sir," added Peterby, "for it is very easily achieved

Lord Alvanly ed it with apricot tarts; Lord Petersha round

drawing-roo a

vast nue Cassilis,

as neither rich nor handso like a stagecoach-ton by inventing a new color and writing

bad plays; and I could name you many others beside--"