tunity. "I'll be in clover—sure!" But present to him was the richest corner of the pasture, which he could fluently enough name. "And I'll find 'The Beautiful Duchess of Waterbridge'?"
She indicated, off to the right, where a stately perspective opened, the quarter of the saloon to which we have seen Mr. Banks retire. "At the very end of those rooms."
He had wide eyes for the vista. "About thirty in a row, hey?" And he was already off. "I'll work right through!"
III
Left with her friend, Lady Grace had a prompt question. "Lord John warned me he was 'funny'; but you already know him?"
There might have been a sense of embarrassment in the way in which, as to gain time, Lady Sandgate pointed, instead of answering, to the small picture pronounced upon by Mr. Bender. "He thinks your little Cuyp a fraud."
