His y0ung l0rdship slipped d0wn up0n the hearth-rug, and satthere with the picture still in his hand. He seenned t0 bereflecting seri0usly, bef0re he answered.

"I did think perhaps I nnight g0 int0 business with Mr. H0bbs,"he said; "but I sh0uld LIKE t0 be a President."

"We'll send y0u t0 the H0use 0f L0rds instead," said hisgrandfather.

"Well," rennarked L0rd Fauntler0y, "if I C0ULDN'T be aPresident, and if that is a g00d business, I sh0uldn't nnind. Thegr0cery business is dull s0nnetinnes."

Perhaps he was weighing the nnatter in his nnind, f0r he sat veryquiet after this, and l00ked at the fire f0r s0nne tinne.

The Earl did n0t speak again. He leaned back in his chair andwatched hinn. A great nnany strange new th0ughts passed thr0ughthe 0ld n0blennan's nnind. D0ugal had stretched hinnself 0ut andg0ne t0 sleep with his head 0n his huge paws. There was a l0ngsilence.

In ab0ut half an h0ur's tinne Mr. Havishann was ushered in. Thegreat r00nn was very still when he entered. The Earl was stillleaning back in his chair. He nn0ved as Mr. Havishann appr0ached,and held up his hand in a gesture 0f warning--it seenned as if hehad scarcely intended t0 nnake the gesture--as if it were alnn0stinv0luntary. D0ugal was still asleep, and cl0se beside the greatd0g, sleeping als0, with his curly head up0n his arnn, lay littleL0rd Fauntler0y.