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of advertisements of freehold estates, prick up his ears, 

 and glance rapidly from right to left ? Why, that dark- 

 whiskered man who has just entered is Sir George 

 Wenhaston, and over by the window is Whittington going 

 carefully through the entries for the Cesarewitch with 

 some other young men, one of whom has heard, and softly 

 whispers, a marvellous story of a horse in a northern 

 stable that has not been exposed, is sure to get in light, 

 and cannot be beaten. Whittington presently catches 

 Mr. Higgs's eye, and strolls up to him, for he has 

 already been asked to make this introduction ; and 

 when Sir George pauses in his conversation and turns 

 to look for a paper on the table, Whittington is by his 

 side. 



' Very happy indeed to make your acquaintance. Sir 

 George, I'm sure,' says Mr. Higgs, when the necessary 

 formalities have been observed. ' You know% perhaps, 

 that I've bought a little place down in your part of the 

 country, and I'm sure I hope we shall see something of 

 each other down there.' 



'You are very good, Mr. Higgs,' Sir George says, 

 that being, of course, the inevitable reply. 'I don't 

 know what you call a little place, though, if Corinton 

 Towers isn't a big one ! I'm not down there much 

 myself. By the way, allow me to introduce my cousin, 

 Mr. Hugh Wenhaston ' — and a good-looking young man 

 of thirty, with a clear-cut, intelhgent face, and brown 

 moustache slightly turned up at the points, who had 

 entered the room with Sir George, bowed to Mr. Higgs, 

 who returned the salutation graciously, if not quite with 

 the euqrressement he had shown when greeting the 

 baronet. ' Hugh is down there a good deal,' Sir George 

 continued. 



