"Russell."
"Russell—ah! What profession?"
"A gentleman," said Russell, somewhat pompously.
"A gintleman, eh; an' ye live on yer own money?"
"Of course."
"That's right," said the chief, with deep satisfaction. "It's meself that's the proud man this day to meet wid the loikes avyou that's got an indepindint fartune, an' can call his sowl his own. An' have yez been long in Spain, thin?"
"No, only a couple of months."
"Thravellin' for plisure, av coorse," insinuated the chief.
"Yes; I wanted to take a run through the Continent," said Russell, in a grandiose way, as though the "Continent" was something belonging to him; "and I'm also bringing home with me a ward of mine—Miss Westlotorn."
"Ah! an' so the young lady is a ward av yours? I thought she was your daughter."