tune. Give me something lively and bright. Dumty-umpty-iddley-ah. Dum tum"
"Funny thing" said Maud, deliberately.
"What's a funny thing?"
"The gentleman in the brown suit whose hands I did this afternoon"
"He was," agreed Arthur, brightly. "A very funny thing."
Maud frowned. Wit at the expense of Hairy Ainus was one thing—at her own another.
"I was about to say," she went on precisely, "that it was a funny thing, a coincidence, seeing that I was already engaged, that the gentleman in the brown suit whose hands I did this afternoon should have asked me to come here, to the White City, with him to-night."
For a moment they walked on in silence. To Maud it seemed a hopeful silence. Surely it must be the prelude to an outburst.
"Oh!" he said, and stopped.
Maud's heart gave a leap. Surely that was the old tone?
A couple of paces, and he spoke again.
"I didn't hear him ask you."
His voice was disappointingly level.
"He asked me after you had gone out to lunch."
"It's a nuisance," said Arthur, cheerily, "when things clash like that. But perhaps he'll ask you again. Nothing to prevent you coming here twice. Well repays a second visit, I always say. I think"
"You shouldn't," said a voice behind him. "It hurts the head. Well, kid, being shown a good time?"
The possibility of meeting Mr. Shute had not occurred to Maud. She had assumed that, being aware that she would be there with another, he would have stayed away. It may, however, be remarked that she did not know Mr. Shute. He was not one of your sensitive plants. He smiled pleasantly upon her, looking very dapper in evening dress and a silk hat that, though a size too small for him, shone like a mirror.
Maud hardly knew whether she was glad or sorry to see him. It did not seem to matter much now either way. Nothing seemed to matter much, in fact. Arthur's cheery acceptance of the news that she received invitations from others had been like a blow, leaving her numb and listless.
She made the introductions. The two men eyed each other.
"Pleased to meet you," said Mr. Shute.
"Weather keeps up," said Arthur.
And from that point onward Mr. Shute took command.
It is to be assumed that this was not the first time that Mr. Shute had made one of a trio in these circumstances, for the swift dexterity with which he lost Arthur was certainly not that of a novice. So smoothly was it done that it was not until she emerged from the Witching Waves, guided by the pugilist's slim but formidable right arm, that Maud realized that Arthur had gone.
She gave a little cry of dismay. Secretly she was beginning to be somewhat afraid of Mr. Shute. He was showing signs of being about to step out of the rôle she had assigned to him and attempt something on a larger scale. His manner had that extra touch of warmth which makes all the difference.
"Oh! He's gone!" she cried.
"Sure," said Mr. Shute. "He got a hurry-call from the Uji Village. The chief's cousin wants a hair-cut."
"We must find him. We must."
"Surest thing you know," said Mr. Shute. "Plenty of time."
"We must find him."
Mr. Shute regarded her with some displeasure.
"Seems to be ace-high with you, that dub," he said.
"I don't understand you."
"My observation was," explained Mr. Shute, coldly, "that, judging form appearances, that dough-faced lemon was Willie-boy, the first and only love."
Maud turned on him with flaming cheeks.
"Mr. Welsh is nothing to me! Nothing! Nothing!" she cried.
She walked quickly on.
"Then, if there's a vacancy, star-eyes," said the pugilist, at her side, holding on a hat which showed a tendency to wobble, "count me in. Directly I saw you—see here, what's the idea of this road-work? We aren't racing"
Maud slowed down.
"That's better. As I was saying, directly I saw you, I said to myself, 'That's the one you need. The original candy kid. The'"
His hat lurched drunkenly as he answered the girl's increase of speed. He cursed it in a brief aside.
"That's what I said. 'The original candy kid.' So"
He shot out a restraining hand. "Arthur!" cried Maud. "Arthur!"
"It's not my name," breathed Mr. Shute, tenderly. "Call me Clarence."
Considered as an embrace, it was imperfect. At these moments a silk hat a size too small handicaps a man. The necessity of
