CHAPTER XXI
LORD RONALD RICKSBOROUGH COMES TO THE COURT
On the Wednesday morning, in the middle of lessons, a footman came from the duke to ask Pollyooly to go to him at once. She went wondering, and found him in the smoking-room in a panic.
As she entered he waved a telegram at her and said:
"Here's a new mess. Lord Ronald Ricksborough—you know him—he's my heir, you know—always spends his holidays at the court. He's been visiting friends, but his visit's at an end; and he wires to say that he's coming here—arriving this evening."
"Oh, that will be nice!" cried Pollyooly.
"Oh, will it? Suppose he finds out you're not Lady Marion?" cried the duke.
"But he knows I'm not; and he knows I'm here," said Pollyooly.
"The deuce he does!" cried the duke.
"Yes. I wrote and told him so," said Pollyooly.