plished. The door opened, and the Earl of Stranleigh entered.
As he came in the door closed behind him without any visible motive power. His eye took in very quietly, yet without seeming to do so, the group awaiting him, and then lit up with pleasure as it recognised the thin, delicate old lady with grey hair who rose to greet him. His indolent manner fell from him like a discarded cloak. He came forward rapidly, bent over her proffered slender, white hand, and raised it to his lips with old-fashioned courtesy.
"We have rather stormed your citadel," she began.
"Dear madam, had you only let me know you were coming, you would have found my door wide open for your reception, yet you come so splendidly chaperoned that I fear this may be a business visit, and not a friendly call."
"I hope you will regard it as both."
"I cannot be so impartial, madam, and am certain to incline towards the friendliness, for, after all, I am but a poor business man."
"You are quite alone in that opinion, my lord. Indeed, we are here because of your latest coup in business, and so that we may not take you more
