And that is how I came to go to Trulyruralania. For I secretly resolved to take my holiday in traveling in that country and trying, as dear Lady Burleydon put it, really to be somebody, instead of resembling anybody in particular. A precious lot SHE knew about it! You go to Trulyruralania from Charing Cross. In passing through Paris we picked up Mlle.
"I am Spitz a simple colonel of his Majesty's, yet, nevertheless, the one man who runs this whole dynasty and this young gentleman is Fritz, my lieutenant. And you are ?" "My name is Razorbill brother to Lord Burleydon," I replied calmly. "Good heavens! another of the lot!" he muttered.
When I state that I was own brother to Lord Burleydon, had an income of two thousand a year, could speak all the polite languages fluently, was a powerful swordsman, a good shot, and could ride anything from an elephant to a clotheshorse, I really think I have said enough to satisfy any feminine novel-reader of Bayswater or South Kensington that I was a hero.