“I cannot remember. He is a Greek. The letter must be in my study, so we will go and look for it. This young Greek is a great traveller, and is now on a visit to England. He had a letter of introduction to my friend, the Archdeacon of Eastminster, who gave him one to me.”
“But what does he come to this out-of-the-way place for?” asked Maurice, with that inherent suspicion he had acquired in Bohemia.
“I don’t know. I expect he will answer that question for himself at luncheon. Ah, here is the letter—I left it on the table.”
“Well, what is his name?” asked Maurice again.
The rector adjusted his pince-nez, and, smoothing open the letter, read the name aloud:—
“Count Constantine Caliphronas.”
CHAPTER IV.
A MASTERPIECE OF NATURE.
The pride of the human
Does nature diminish,
With spiteful acumen,