“Luke who?” burst from the two men.
Lord Mapledurham looked up. “What’s the matter? Gale, I think. I found out afterwards that the old animal had painted water-colours—the only thing he had to do with water.”
“The Lord hath delivered her into your hand,” said Mr. Blodwell to George.
“Are you drunk too, Blodwell?” asked the Marquis.
“No; but——”
“What was the woman’s name?” asked George, taking out a note-book.
“Bort. Going to tell me?”
“Well, if you don’t mind——”
“Not a bit. Tell me later on, if it’s amusing. There are so precious few amusing things.”