ABSTRACT
On the evening that the captain chased poor Bertha he met at the club Charley Sutton, who inquired of him, " How he was getting on with the little 'un ?"
" She's shy-awfully shy," answered Merton, confidently ; " but you know, old boy, I've got five months before that dinner comes off at Richmond. You'll have to hand over the fifty pounds, I can tell you. She's all right."
