"But you must help me. It is all your fault, teaching me to like the Arcadia Mixture."
I thought this so impudent of Scrymgeour that I bade him good-night at once. All the men on the stair are still confident that he would have married her, had the lady not cut the knot by eloping with Scrymgeour's double.
CHAPTER XVII.
THE ROMANCE OF A PIPE-CLEANER.
