"Ah, well," he said, "you were born lazy, and I was born restless. That is the reason you have done something, and I haven't."
"If you want my advice—my serious advice," the K. C. said, quietly, "you will make yourself a nuisance to that right woman, whoever she is, until she marries you—if only to get rid of you."
"All sorts of things in the way," Lord Arranmore declared. "You see, I was married abroad."
Mr. Hennibul looked up quickly.
"Nonsense!"
"Quite true, I assure you."
"Is she alive?"
"No—but her son is.
"Great Heavens. Why, he's Lord Kingston?"
"Of course he is."