A western that begins in France, where some of Red Gap's finest citizens have ''gotten culture'' and are now enjoying the finer things found in the old country. In a Wild West twist on propriety, the Americans ''win'' Ruggles (the erstwhile butler to an English aristocrat with an empty title and a drinking problem) in a poker game... and to make things worse, when transported to Red Gap Ruggles is mistakenly considered an aristocrat himself!
air depressing, notwithstanding the effect of a few good mantel ornaments which I have long made it a rule to carry with me.
Then had come the meeting with the Americans. Glad I was to reflect that this had occurred in Paris instead of London. That sort of thing gets about so. Even from Paris I was not a little fearful that news of his mixing with this raffish set might get to the ears of his lordship either at the town house or at Chaynes-Wotten. True, his lordship is not over-liberal with his brother, but that is small reason for affronting the pride of a family that attained its earldom in the fourteenth century. Indeed the family had become important quite long before this time, the first Vane-Basingwell having been beheaded by no less a personage than William the Conqueror, as I learned in one of the many hours I have been privileged to browse in the Chaynes-Wotten library.
It need hardly be said that in my long term of service with the Honourable George, beginning almost from the time my mother n