Mr Molyneux, overhearing, gave a soundless whistle. So that was the charming visitor Tony had written about? Gad, but Tony had all the luck!
Robin very soon left the club in company with his father. My lord had presented him to everyone: several people said that they had thought his face vaguely familiar from the first, and were sure it must have been his likeness to his father. Robin bowed, and suppressed an inward smile.
Once outside the club my lord became more rapturous still. “You are perfect, my Robin! Perfect! There is not a soul will suspect. You had no trouble?”
“None, sir. And you?”
“How should I, my son? Need you ask?”
“I suppose not. Am I to understand, sir, you are in very sooth Tremaine of Barham?”
My lord smiled. “My Robin, confess you have doubted me!”
“Yes, sir. I do not know that I am to be blamed.”
“Certainly you are to be blamed. You who have known me from your cradle!”
“For that very reason, sir, I doubted.”