Hank helped himself to a fried egg with the flat of his knife.
"What about next door!" he asked.
"Next door won't call," said the Duke sadly. "Next door used to live in Portland Place, where dukes are so thick that you have to fix wire netting to prevent them coming in at the window—no, mark off 66 as a non-starter."
Hank ate his egg in silence.
"She's very pretty," he said at length.
"66?"
Hank nodded.
"I saw her yesterday, straight and slim, with a complexion like snow——"
"Cut it out!" said the Duke brutally.
"And eyes as blue as a winter sky in Texas."