"Then, my dear Bev?" said the Viscount impulsively.
"Yes, my dear Dick?"
"Suppose we shake hands on it?"
"Willingly, Dick, yet, first, I think it but honorable to tell you that I—love the Lady Cleone Meredith."
"Eh—what?" exclaimed the Viscount, falling back a step, "you love her? the devil you do! since when?"
"Since this morning."
"Love her!" repeated the Viscount, "but you've seen her but once in your life."
"True," said Barnabas, "but then I mean to see her many times, henceforth."
"Ah! the deuce you do!"
"Yes," answered Barnabas. "I shall possibly marry her—some day."