Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: ' Oh, of course,' Hamilton said, peremptorily. Hamilton took most things gravely ; the Dictator usually did not. Hamilton seemed a little put out because his chief should have even indirectly suggested the possibility of his not waiting on Sir Rupert Langley at the Foreign Office. ' All right, boy ; it shall be done. And look here, Hamilton, as we are going to do the right thing, why should you not leave cards for me and for yourself at Sir Rupert Langley'a house ? You might see the daughter.' ' Oh, she never heard of me,' Hamilton said hastily. ' The daughter of a Foreign Secretary 1' 'Anyhow, of course I'll call if you wish it, Excellency.' ' Good boy ! And do you know I have taken a fancy that I should like to see this soldier of fortune, Captain ' " ' Sarrasin 1' ' Sarrasin—yes. Will you drop him a line and suggest an interview—pretty soon ? You know all about my times and engagements.' ' Certainly, your Excellency,' Hamilton replied, with almost military formality and precision ; and the Dictator departed. CHAPTER. Ill AT THE GABDEN GATE Londonebs are so habituated to hear London abused as an ugly city that they are disposed too often to accept the accusation humbly. Yet the accusation is singularly unjust. If much of London is extremely unlovely, much might fairly be called beautiful. The new Chelsea that has arisen on the ashes of the old might well arouse the admiration even of the most exasperated foreigner. There are recently created regions in that great tract of the earth's surface known as South Kensington which in their quaintness of architectural form and braveness of red brick can defy the gloom of a civic March or November. Old London is disappearing day by day, but bits of it remain, bits dear to those familiar with them, bits wor...