— but of this David was not conscious. In spite of his scruples, he was born and bred an aristocrat.

“No — a — I’ll shave myself.” Still the man waited, and, taking up David’s coat, flicked a particle of dust from the collar. “I don’t want anything. You may go.”

“Thank you.” Clark melted quietly out of the apartment.

“Thanks me for being rude to him,” thought David, irritably; “I shall take pleasure in being rude to him. My God! What a farce life is over here! The whole thing is a farce.”

He shaved himself and cut his chin, and when he appeared later with a patch of court-plaster thereon, Clark commented to himself on “his lordship’s”