"He's a real worm, is he?" asked Buck. "I only know him by sight."
"Genuine, hall-marked," said Toby.
"Well, then give him a chance. Oh, not a chance of getting off. I mean, give him a chance of lying to you. Tell him as news that Lady Conybeare is coming here to-morrow, and perhaps he may appear surprised to hear it. That will give you an opportunity. You can say things to him then."
"Yes, there's more sense in that," said Toby. "Oh! come and dine to-night."
"All right. Is the She there?"
"Yes; you'll like her."
Buck looked at him enviously.
"What infernal good luck you have, Toby!" he said.
"Oh, I know I have," said Toby. "Lily——"