"I'm going to the hennery," she said.
"Let me go with you, I dearly love fowls--broiled," he added,
thoughtfully.
"The Duke gave Lady Montairy some large Cochins the other day,"
continued the Duchess, changing the subject with delicate tact.
"Lady Montairy,
Quite contrairy,
How do your cochins grow?"
sang Lothaw gayly.
The Duchess looked shocked. After a prolonged silence, Lothaw
abruptly and gravely said:--
"If you please, ma'am, when I come into my property I should like
to build some improved dwellings for the poor, and marry Lady
Coriander."
"You amaze me, dear friend, and yet both your aspirations are noble
and eminently proper," said the Duchess; "Coriander is but a
child,--and yet," she added, looking graciously upon her companion,
"for the matter of that, so are you."
CHAPTER III.
Mr. Putney Giles's was Lothaw's first grand dinner-party. Yet, by
carefully watching the others, he managed to acquit himself
creditably, and avoided drinking out of the finger-bowl by first
secretly testing its contents with a spoon. The conversation was
peculiar and singularly interesting.
"Then you think that monogamy is simply a question of the
thermometer?" said Mrs.
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