"No. It's been hanging up in the porter's bureau all day."
"Well, I hope you find the rug," said the Major, with a sly glance at his sister.
"Thanks. I must be off. The chap I bought it of says that the official guardian from Bagdad has arrived, and that there's likely to be some sport. I'm to meet him at a place called the English-Bar."
"The English-Bar?" The Major shook his head. "A low place, if I remember."
"And you are going dressed like that?" asked Mrs. Chedsoye.
"Haven't time to change." He excused himself and went in search of a carriage.
"The play begins, Kate," whispered the Major. "This Hoddy of ours is a wonderful chap."
"Poor fellow!"
"What; Hoddy?"
"No; Percival. He'll be very uncomfortable in patent-leather pumps."