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"A knighthood, dear old broker's"No use to me, my rare old athlete Lord Bones--Lord Tibbetts

I ood is it, eh? Answer me

that"

"Oh, I don't know," said Mr Pyeburt "Itto you, but

your wife----"

"Haven't a wife, haven't a wife," said Bones rapidly, "haven't a wife!"

"Oh, well, then," said Mr Pyeburt, "it isn't an attractive proposition

to you, and, after all, you needn't take a knighthood--which, by the

way, doesn't carry the title of lordship--unless you want to

"I've often thought," he said, screwing up his forehead, as though in

the process of profound cogitation, "that one of these days some lucky

felloill take the Lynhaven Railway off Chenney's hands and earn his

everlasting gratitude"

"Lynhaven? Where's that?" asked Bones "Is there a railway?"

Mr Pyeburt nodded

"Come out on to the balcony, and I'll tell you about it," said Pyeburt;

and Bones, who alanted telling about things, and could no more

resist information than a dipsomaniac could refuse drink, followed

obediently