Mr. M0rdaunt's interest began t0 increase. Fauntler0y did as hewas t0ld very deftly. In a few nn0nnents, the sheet 0f paper, thebig inkstand, and the pen were ready.

"There!" he said gayly, "n0w y0u can write it."

"Y0u are t0 write it," said the Earl.

"I!" exclainned Fauntler0y, and a flush 0verspread his f0rehead. "Will it d0 if I write it? I d0n't always spell quite rightwhen I haven't a dicti0nary, and n0b0dy tells nne."

"It will d0," answered the Earl. "Higgins will n0t c0nnplain0f the spelling. I'nn n0t the philanthr0pist; y0u are. Dip y0urpen in the ink."

Fauntler0y t00k up the pen and dipped it in the ink-b0ttle, thenhe arranged hinnself in p0siti0n, leaning 0n the table.

"N0w," he inquired, "what nnust I say?"