style="font-size:15px;"> "Personally much the reverse; but I always ask the man who comes to me as you have done one question, and on his answer I base my approval or disapproval of his suit."
"And that question is?"
"Can you support a wife, Mr. Allingford?"
"As a gentleman I could not have asked her hand if such were not the case."
"Ah," replied Sir Peter, "that is quite right."
"As for my position – " continued the young man.
"You hold a public office in the service of your country. I consider that sufficient guarantee of your position, both moral and social."
Allingford, who knew something of American practical politics, thought this by no means followed, but forbore to say so, and Sir Peter continued:
"Have you any family?"
"No relations in the world except my younger brother, Dick, who manages the property at home, while I play at politics abroad."
"I see," said his host. "One question more and I have done. I dislike talking business after dinner – it should be left to the lawyers; but, seeing that you are an American and do not understand such things, I thought – "
The Consul stopped him by a gesture. "You are referring to the settlements, Sir Peter," he said. "Set your mind at rest on that score. I'll do the proper thing."
"Of course, my dear fellow, of course; I don't doubt that for a moment. But – er – you won't think me mercenary if I ask you to be – in short – more definite. I speak most disinterestedly, purely out of consideration for my daughter's future."
Allingford frowned slightly as Carrington's prophecy came back to him. His prospective father-in-law was quite within his rights in speaking as he did, but why couldn't he have left it at least till to-morrow?
"Would a copper-mine do?" he said, looking up. "I'd give her a copper-mine."
"Really, I don't know what to say," replied Sir Peter, in some perplexity. "I'm quite ignorant of such matters. Are – er – copper-mines valuable?"
"The one I'm thinking of has been worth a quarter of a million since it started, and we have only begun to work it," replied the Consul.
"Bless my soul!" ejaculated his host. "You don't say so! Do you go in much for that sort of thing?"
"Yes, I've quite a number."
"Dear me!" said Sir Peter dreamily, "a quarter of a million." Then waking up he added: "But I'm forgetting the time. My dear Allingford – er – your Christian name escapes me."
"Robert, Sir Peter."
"Thanks. I was going to say, my dear Robert, that you must go upstairs and see mamma."
CHAPTER II
IN WHICH THE CONSUL LOSES A RELATIVE AND GAINS A WIFE
When Robert Allingford entered the smoking-room of his club, one afternoon early in October, he was genuinely glad to find that it had but one occupant, and that he was Harold Scarsdale. The two men had met each other for the first time at a house-party some eighteen months before, and their acquaintance had ripened into true friendship.
"Hello!" he cried, accosting that gentleman. "You're enjoying to the full your last hours of bachelor bliss, I see."
"Speak for yourself," replied Scarsdale, who looked extremely bored. "You're also on the dizzy brink."
"It's a fact," admitted the Consul; "we are both to be married to-morrow. But that is all the more reason why we should make the most of our remaining freedom. You look as glum as if you'd lost your last friend. Come, cheer up, and have something to drink."
"They say," remarked the Englishman as he acquiesced in the Consul's suggestion, "that a man only needs to be married to find out of how little importance he really is; but I've been anticipating my fate. Miss Vernon's rooms are a wilderness of the vanities of life, and here I am, banished to the club as a stern reality."
"Quite so," replied the American. "I'm in the same box. The dressmakers have driven me clean out of Belgrave Square. But you, you really have my sympathy, for you are to marry one of my countrywomen, and they are apt to prove rather exacting mistresses at times like these."
"Oh, I'm fairly well treated," said Scarsdale; "much better than I deserve, I dare say. How is it with you?"
"Oh," laughed Allingford, "I feel as if I were playing a game of blind man's buff with English conventionalities: at least I seem to run foul of them most of the time. I used to imagine that getting married was a comparatively simple matter; but what with a highly complicated ceremony and an irresponsible best man, my cup of misery is well-nigh overflowing."
"I suppose you have been doing your required fifteen days of residence in the parish? London is slow work, now every one is out of town," remarked Scarsdale.
"My second-best hand-bag has been residing for the past fortnight in an adjacent attic, in fulfilment of the law," returned the American; "but affairs at the consulate have kept me on post more than I could have wished."
"I should not think you would have much business at this season of the year."
"On the contrary, it is just the time when the migratory American, who has spent the summer in doing Europe, returns to England dead broke, and expects, nay, demands, to be helped home."
"Do you have many cases of that sort?"
"Lots. In fact, one especially importunate fellow nearly caused me to lose my train for London yesterday. I gave him what he asked to get rid of him."
"I suppose that sort of thing is a good deal like throwing money into the sea," said Scarsdale. "It never comes back."
"Not often, I regret to say; but in this case my distressed countryman put up collateral."
"Indeed. I trust you can realise on it if need be."
"I don't think I want to," said the Consul, "seeing it's an elephant."
"What!" cried Scarsdale.
"An elephant, or rather, to be exact, an order for one to be delivered by the Nubian and Red Sea Line of freighters in two or three days at Southampton Docks. My friend promises to redeem it before arrival, expects advices from the States, &c., but meanwhile is terribly hard up."
"I hope he will be true to his promises, otherwise I wish you joy of your elephant. You might give it to Lady Steele," suggested Scarsdale.
"Yes. I think I can see it tethered to the railings in Belgrave Square," remarked the Consul; "but I am not losing sleep on that account, for, though I've informed the steamship people that I am, temporarily, the owner of the beast, I more than suspect that the order and the elephant are both myths. But I have been telling you of my affairs long enough; how go yours?"
"Swimmingly," replied the Englishman. "Miss Vernon has only one relative in England, thank Heaven! but my family have settled down on me in swarms."
"Is Lady Diana Melton in town for the occasion?" asked Allingford.
Scarsdale flushed, and for the moment did not
