He said the last words in a peculiarly significant tone.
“Do you wish me to introduce you?”
“Oh, hang it! Be serious, Essington. The point is—will she marry me if she does know me?”
“Himmel! Yes, certainly!” cried the Baron.
“Who is she?” asked their host, more seriously.
“Her father is Darius P. Maddison, the American Silver King.”
The other two could not withhold an exclamation.
“He has only two children, a son and a daughter, and he wants to marry his daughter to an English peer—or a Scotch, it's all the same. My aunt knows 'em pretty well, and she has recommended me.”
“An excellent selection,” commented his host.
“But the trouble is, they want rather a high-class peer. Old Maddison is deuced particular, and I believe the girl is even worse.”