“Ah! What did you say to him?”
“I said I had no orders about a brougham from your Grace.”
“Quite right, Frank, quite right,” said the Duke with a smile. “What did he say to that?”
“He appeared to be put out, but said that he would call again, your Grace.”
“Very good,” said the Duke, rising and lighting a cigarette.
Frank lingered uneasily near the door.
“Is anything the matter, Frank?” asked the Duke kindly.
“Well, your Grace, in—in point of fact, there is—there is a strange brougham and a strange horse in the stables, your Grace.”
“In what respect,” asked the Duke, “are the brougham and the horse strange, Frank?”
“I—I should say, your Grace, a brougham and a horse that I have not seen before in your Grace’s stables.”