"Thank you, Lord Tristram, thank you," and the Colonel gave Harry his hand.
"Excellent, excellent!" muttered Mr Neeld as he folded up the leaves of Josiah Cholderton's diary.
"You can call on me for proofs whenever you wish to proceed. After what has occurred, I presume they will be necessary."
"Yes, yes—for his seat," assented Neeld.
"And to satisfy public opinion," added Edge.
There was a pause. Neeld broke it by saying timidly:
"And—er—there is, of course, the—the lady. The lady who now holds the title and estates."
"Of course!" agreed Edge, with a nod that apologized for forgetfulness.
Of course there was! Harry smiled. He had been
wondering how long they would take to think of the lady who now held the title and estates. Well, they had come to her at last—after providing for the requirements of the House of Lords and the demands of public opinion—after satisfying the girl in the restaurant, in fact. Yes, of course, there was the lady too.