Stafford shook his father's hand.
"I congratulate you, sir," he said, trying all he knew to force congratulation, rejoicing, into his voice.
Sir Stephen nodded, and smiled; his lips were quivering.
"Congratulations, Sir Stephen!" said a man, coming up. "I can see the good news in your face."
"Not Sir Stephen—Lord Highcliffe!" said another, correctingly.
Maude slid her arm in Stafford's, and stood, her lovely face flushed, her eyes sparkling, as she looked round.
"And no title has been more honourably gained," a voice said.
"Or will be more nobly borne!" echoed another.
Stafford, with all a man's hatred of fuss, and embarrassment in its presence, drew nearer to his father.
"Won't you come and sit down—out of the crowd?" he added, in a low voice.