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130 REYNOLDS’ WORKS Lascelles was seated in the library, arranging his memoranda in readiness for work on the following day, when the con- fidential valet Makepeace entered the room on some pretence or another. “Well, Makepeace,” said the nobleman, looking up from his papers with a self-satisfied air, ‘‘ I mean to astonish the whole world.”’ “The world, my lord,” responded the sycophantic valet, “ean be astonished at no achievement on your lordship’s part.” ) ‘“ | think there is some truth in that,’’ said the earl, caress- ing his chin as he lounged back in the chair. ‘‘ Nevertheless, my contemplated book will crown all my other triumphs, and I have engaged a secretary to assist 1n writing it.”’ “That young gentleman, my lord, whom I saw going out just now? ” inquired Makepeace, deferentially. “The same,” rejoined the earl. ‘‘ I am convinced he is a youth of great ability and lively intelligence, by the way he listened to that anecdote of mine about my German feat. I don’t think I ever told it you — ” For the first time in his life Makepeace did not wait to hear the anecdote, but interrupting his noble master, said, significantly, ‘‘ [ presume your lordship cannot be aware that this is the very young gentleman — ”’ “ Who lodged at the Rubbs’ or the Dubbs’ or whatever their name is? ’’ exclaimed the earl. ‘“ In general I have an excellent memory for names, but I have lost sight of that one. Do you know, Makepeace, that when I was travelling in Russia I fell in with a young Englishman who had dis- located his Jaw? ”’ ‘Indeed, my lord? Was it by a fall from his horse? ”’ “Oh, no. Merely by pronouncing the names of Russian noblemen, some of which would cover a sheet of paper to write them, and are all consonants. But I could pronounce them all with the greatest ease. Indeed, I was always a good hand at hard words. When I was seven years old I had all the classics at my fingers’ ends, and made no difh- culty of that name which was invented by Plautus — Thesaurochrysonichochrysides.”’ “T have often admired your lordship’s extraordinary memory on such points,” said Makepeace. ‘ But about that young man —”’ | CONNIELYOO)<S, EC)