"His other name's 'Brown'. He's her young man," said Pollyooly.
"Her young man? What does this mean? Has she been playing with me false?" cried Hilary Vance in a rising tone of terrible wrath.
"This is news. Tell us all about it, Pollyooly," said Mr. James quietly.
"I can't. I mustn't tell tales," said Pollyooly in some distress.
"You may really tell us. It isn't really telling tales. It's—it's exposing a fraud—a very different matter," said Mr. James earnestly. "Tell us about Ermyntrude's young man—he really is her young man?"
"Oh, yes; he's going to marry her on Wednesday fortnight," said Pollyooly firmly.
"This is truly interesting," said Mr. James with a joyful smile.
"What? Have I been distressing myself with the most honorable scruples for nothing at all? Has this creature been playing me false?" bellowed Hilary Vance in his most terrible voice.
"It does look as if there had been a misapprehension somewhere," said Mr. James with a touch of
