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ime； I will speak to James and warn him to be more careful。〃
Mr。 Crocker had produced a stump of pencil from his pocket and was writing on the table…cloth。
Lord Crocker Lord Bingley Crocker Lord Crocker of Crocker The Marquis of Crocker Baron Crocker Bingley； first Viscount Crocker
He blanched as he read the frightful words。 A sudden thought stung him。
〃Eugenia！〃
〃Well？〃
〃What will the boys at the Lambs say？〃
〃I am not interested；〃 replied his wife； 〃in the boys at the Lambs。〃
〃I thought you wouldn't be；〃 said the future baron gloomily。
CHAPTER III
FAMILY JARS
IT is a peculiarity of the human mind that； with whatever apprehension it may be regarding the distant future； it must return after a while to face the minor troubles of the future that is immediate。 The prospect of a visit to the dentist this afternoon causes us to forget for the moment the prospect of total ruin next year。 Mr。 Crocker； therefore； having tortured himself for about a quarter of an hour with his meditations on the subject of titles； was jerked back to a more imminent calamity than the appearance of his name in the Birthday Honoursthe fact that in all probability he would be taken again this morning to watch the continuation of that infernal cricket…match； and would be pelled to spend the greater part of to…day； as he had spent the greater part of yesterday； bored to the verge of dissolution in the pavilion at Lord's。
One gleam of hope alone presented itself。 Like baseball； this pastime of cricket was apparently affected by rain； if there had been enough of it。 He had an idea that there had been a good deal of rain in the night； but had there been sufficient to cause the teams of Surrey and Kent to postpone the second instalment of their serial struggle？ He rose from the table and went out into the hall。 It was his purpose to sally out into Grosvenor Square and examine the turf in its centre with the heel of his shoe； in order to determine the stickiness or non…stickiness of the wicket。 He moved towards the front door； hoping for the best； and just as he reached it the bell rang。
One of the bad habits of which his wife had cured Mr。 Crocker in the course of the years was the habit of going and answering doors。 He had been brought up in surroundings where every man was his own door…keeper； and it had been among his hardest tasks to learn the lesson that the perfect gentleman does not open doors but waits for the appropriate menial to e along and do it for him。 He had succeeded at length in mastering this great truth； and nowadays seldom offended。 But this morning his mind was clouded by his troubles； and instinct； allaying itself with opportunity； was too much for him。 His fingers had been on the handle when the ring came； so he turned it。
At the top of the steps which connect the main entrance of Drexdale House with the sidewalk three persons were standing。 One was a tall and formidably handsome woman in the early forties whose appearance seemed somehow oddly familiar。 The second was a small； fat； blobby； bulging boy who was chewing something。 The third； lurking diffidently in the rear； was a little man of about Mr。 Crocker's own age； grey…haired and thin with brown eyes that gazed meekly through rimless glasses。
Nobody could have been less obtrusive than this person； yet it was he who gripped Mr。 Crocker's attention and caused that home…sick sufferer's heart to give an almost painful leap。 For he was clothed in one of those roomy suits with square shoulders which to the seeing eye are as republican as the Stars and Stripes。 His blunt…toed yellow shoes sang gaily of home。 And his hat was not so much a hat as an effusive greeting from Gotham。 A long time had passed since Mr。 Crocker had set eyes upon a biped so exhilaratingly American； and rapture held him speechless； as one who after long exile beholds some landmark of his childhood。
The female member of the party took advantage of his dumbnesswhich； as she had not unnaturally mistaken him for the butler； she took for a silent and respectful query as to her business and wishesto open the conversation。
〃Is Mrs。 Crocker at home？ Please tell her that Mrs。 Pett wishes to see her。〃
There was a rush and scurry in the corridors of Mr。 Crocker's brain； as about six different thoughts tried to squash simultaneously into that main chamber where there is room for only one at a time。 He understood now why this woman's appearance had seemed familiar。 She was his wife's sister； and that same Nesta who was some day to be pulverised by the sight of his name in the Birthday Honours。 He was profoundly thankful that she had mistaken him for the butler。 A chill passed through him as he pictured what would have been Eugenia's reception of the information that he had mitted such a bourgeois solecism as opening the front door to Mrs。 Pett of all people； who already despised him as a low vulgarian。 There had been trouble enough when she had found him opening it a few weeks before to a mere collector of subscriptions for a charity。 He perceived； with a clarity remarkable in view of the fact that the discovery of her identity had given him a feeling of physical dizziness； that at all costs he must foster this misapprehension on his sister…in…law's part。
Fortunately he was in a position to do so。 He knew all about what butlers did and what they said on these occasions； for in his innocently curious way he had often pumped Bayliss on the subject。 He bowed silently and led the way to the morning…room； followed by the drove of Petts： then； opening the door； stood aside to allow the procession to march past the given point。
〃I will inform Mrs。 Crocker that you are here； madam。〃
Mrs。 Pett； shepherding the chewing child before her； passed into the room。 In the light of her outspoken sentiments regarding her brother…in…law； it is curious to reflect that his manner at this； their first meeting； had deeply impressed her。 After many months of smouldering revolt she had dismissed her own butler a day or so before sailing for England； and for the first time envy of her sister Eugenia gripped her。 She did not covet Eugenia's other worldly possessions； but she did grudge her this supreme butler。
Mr。 Pett； meanwhile； had been trailing in the rear with a hunted expression on his face。 He wore the unmistakable look of a man about to be present at a row between women； and only a wet cat in a strange back…yard bears itself with less jauntiness than a man faced by such a prospect。 A millionaire several times over； Mr。 Pett would cheerfully have given much of his wealth to have been elsewhere at that moment。 Such was the agitated state of his mind that； when a hand was laid lightly upon his arm as he was about to follow his wife into the room； he started so violently that his hat flew out of his hand。 He turned to meet the eyes of the butler who had admitted him to the house； fixed on his in an appealing stare。
〃Who's leading in the pennant race？〃 said this strange butler in a feverish whisper。
It was a question； ing from such a source； which in another than Mr。 Pett might well have provoked a blank stare of amazement。 Such； however； is the almost superhuman intelligence and quickness of mind engendered by the study of America's national game that he answered without the slightest hesitation。
〃Giants！〃
〃Wow！〃 said the butler。
No sense of anything strange or untoward about the situation came to mar the perfect joy of Mr。 Pett； the overmastering joy of the baseball fan who in a strange land unexpectedly encounters a brother。 He thrilled with a happiness which he had never hoped to feel that morning。
〃No signs of them slumping？〃 enquired the butler。
〃No。 But you never can tell。 It's early yet。 I've seen those boys lead the league till the end of August and then be nosed out。〃
〃True enough；〃 said the butler sadly。
〃Matty's in shape。〃
〃He is？ The old souper working well？〃
〃Like a machine。 He shut out the Cubs the day before I sailed！〃
〃Fine！〃
At this point an appreciation of the unusualness of the proceedings began to steal upon Mr。 Pett。 He gaped at this surprising servitor。
〃How on earth do you know anything about baseball？〃 he demanded。
The other seemed to stiffen。 A change came over his whole appearance。 He had the air of an actor who has remembered his part。
〃I beg your pardon； sir。 I trust I have not taken a liberty。 I was at one time in the employment of a gentleman in New York； and during my stay I became extremely interested in the national game。 I picked up a few of the American idioms while in the country。〃 He smiled apologetically。 〃They sometimes slip out。〃
〃Let 'em slip！〃 said Mr。 Pett with enthusiasm。 〃You're the first thing that's reminded me of home since I left。 Say！〃
〃Sir？〃
〃Got a good place here？〃
〃Eroh； yes； sir。〃
〃Well； here's my card。 If you ever feel like making a change； there's a job waiting for you at that address。〃
〃Thank you； sir。〃 Mr。 Crocker stooped。
〃Your hat； sir。〃
He held it out； gazing fondly at it the while。 It was like being home again to see a hat like that。 He followed Mr。 Pett as he went into the morning…room with an affectionate eye。
Bayliss was ing along the h