A true Runnymede, he affected to notice nothing, and, picking up the evening paper, began to read.
'And on top of that, mind you,' moaned Lord Runnymede, 'I lose my little veto.
I am the younger son of the Earl of Runnymede. To a man of your political views--'
His mother had been a Miss Trotter, of Chicago, and it was on her dowry that the Runnymedes contrived to make both ends meet.