It was small wonder, said the knowing at Asquith, that Mr. Charles Wrexell Allen should be attracted by Irene Trevor.  With the lake breezes of the north the red and the tan came into her cheeks, those boon companions of the open who are best won by the water-winds.  Perhaps they brought, too, the spring to the step and the light under the long lashes when she flashed a look across the table.  Little by little it became plain that Miss Trevor was gaining ground with the Celebrity to the neglect of the other young women at Asquith, and when it was announced that he was to lead the cotillon with her, the fact was regarded as significant.  Even at Asquith such things were talked about.  Mr. Allen became a topic and a matter of conjecture.  He was, I believe, generally regarded as a good match; his unimpeachable man-servant argued worldly possessions, of which other indications were not lacking, while his crest was cited as a material sign of family.  Yet when Miss Brewster, one of the brace of spinsters, who hailed from Brookline and purported to be an up-to-date edition of the Boston Blue Book, questioned the Celebrity on this vital point after the searching manner warranted by the gravity of the subject, he was unable to acquit himself satisfactorily.  When this conversation was repeated in detail within the hearing of the father of the young woman in question, and undoubtedly for his benefit, Mr. Trevor threw shame to the winds and scandalized the Misses Brewster then and there by proclaiming his father to have been a country storekeeper.  In the eyes of Mr. Farquhar Fenelon Cooke the apotheosis of the Celebrity was complete.  The people of Asquith were not only willing to attend the house-warming, but had been worked up to the pitch of eagerness.  The Celebrity as a matter of course was master of ceremonies.  He originated the figures and arranged the couples, of which there were twelve from Asquith and ten additional young women.  These ten were assigned to the ten young men whom Mr. Cooke expected in his private car, and whose appearances, heights, and temperaments the Celebrity obtained from Mr. Cooke, carefully noted, and compared with those of the young women.  Be it said in passing that Mrs. Cooke had nothing to do with any of it, but exhibited an almost criminal indifference.  Mr. Cooke had even chosen the favors; charity forbids that I should say what they were.

Owing to the frequent consultations which these preparations made necessary the Celebrity was much in the company of my client, which he came greatly to prefer to mine, and I therefore abandoned my determination to leave Asquith.  I was settling down delightedly to my old, easy, and unmolested existence when Farrar and I received an invitation, which amounted to a summons, to go to Mohair and make ourselves generally useful.  So we packed up and went.  We made an odd party before the arrival of the Ten, particularly when the Celebrity dropped in for lunch or dinner.  He