The Earl poured two glasses, and gave one to Horatia. “The bargain!” he said, and drank heroically.
Horatia’s eyes twinkled merrily. “I f-feel sure we shall deal f-famously together!” she declared, and raised the glass to her lips.
Five minutes later his lordship walked into the library again. “Ah—Arnold,” he said. “I have found something for you to do.”
“Yes, sir?” said Mr Gisborne, rising.
“You must get me a Captaincy,” said Rule. “A Captaincy in the—in the 10th Foot, I think, but I am sure you will find out.”
“A Captaincy in the 10th Foot?” repeated Mr Gisborne. “For whom, sir?”
“Now, what was the name?” wondered his lordship. “Hawk—Hernshaw—Heron. I rather think it was Heron. For a Mr Edward Heron. Do you know a Mr Edward Heron?”
“No, sir, I don’t.”
“No,” sighed Rule. “Nor do I. It makes it very awkward for us, but I have great faith in you, Arnold. You will find out all about this Edward Heron.”
“I’ll try, sir,” replied Mr Gisborne.