was known to be energetic and his work was gathering attention as always capable and occasionally brilliant. His aunts declared he was ripening, that any defect in vigour he displayed was the incompleteness of the process, and decided he should go to America, where vigour and vigorous opportunities abound, and there, I gather, he came upon something like a failure. Something happened, indeed quite a lot happened. He came back unmarried—and via the South Seas, Australasia, and India. And Lady Poynting Mallow publicly told him he was a fool, when he got back.
What happened in America, even if one does not consult contemporary American papers, is still very difficult to determine. There appears to have been the daughter of a millionaire and something like an engagement in the story. According to the New York Yell, one of the smartest, crispest, and altogether most representative papers in America, there was also the daughter of some one else, whom the Yell interviewed, or professed to interview, under the heading:
ARISTOCRATIC BRITISHER
TRIFLES WITH
PURE AMERICAN GIRL
VICTIM SCORES
HEARTLESS LEVITY
OF WOULD-BE BETRAYER
But this some one else was, I am inclined to think in spite of portrait and interview, merely a brilliant stroke of modern journalism, the Yell having got
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