"Just happens that I do know him," the young man remarked. "Thought I'd seen his face somewhere. Used to be up at the varsity with him. We once played rackets together. Hasn't he come into a pile just lately?"
"An uncle in Australia left him a fortune."
"I'll speak to him presently," the young man decided. "Always make a point of being civil to anybody with lots of oof!"
"I expect he'll be glad to meet you again," Sophy remarked. "He doesn't know a soul in town."
The dance was finished. They returned together to where John was sitting, and the young man held out a weary hand.
"Amerton, you know, of Magdalen," he said. "You're Strangewey, aren't you?"
"Lord Amerton, of course!" John exclaimed. "I thought your face was familiar. Why, we played in the rackets doubles together!"
"And won 'em, thanks to you," Amerton replied. "Are you up for long?"
"I am not quite sure," John told him. "I only arrived last night."
"Look me up some time, if you've nothing better to do," the young man suggested. "Where are you hanging out?"