SUDDEN affluence affects different people in different ways. The Marquis of Pelborough had succeeded, through the death of his uncle, to a title which brought with it nothing more substantial in the shape of estate than one acre of waste garden and a brick cottage badly in need of repair. “Chick” Pelborough was less shocked by his accession to the title than he was by the acquisition to wealth.
“Your future is settled now, Chick,” said Gwenda Maynard, at the conclusion of a family council, in which his housekeeper as by right participated. “You should buy a nice house in the country and take your place in Society.”
“But I don’t want to go into the country,” said Chick, aghast at the prospect. “The country bores me, Gwenda. When I used to go to Pelborough to see the old doctor, I used to
