"Paul, did you see that gentleman come in? Who is he?"
"Sir Andrew Moly——"
"Yes, yes, I don't mean the old one, I mean the younger one with him!"
"Don't know, my Lord, can't say! I haven't seen the gentleman before!"
"Then find out!" The man scuttled off.
"I—I know that face, hang me if I don't—wonder who he is?" His Lordship frowned, he adjusted his eyeglass and gazed across to the little table where Sir Andrew Molyneux and his companion were seated.
"Confoundedly annoying to see a fellow's face and not know who the doose he is!" His Lordship thought. "Hello, Paul, well? Have you found out?"
"Yes, my Lord, I did, I took the liberty of asking Mr. Marsmith. I noticed Mr. Marsmith bow to the gentleman as he came in and I took the liberty——"
"Yes, yes, but who is the fellow?"
"A very important gentleman, Governor of some place as I didn't catch the name of, my Lord, somewhere in America, I should think or the Indies—I don't know my Lord, anyhow he is Sir Harold Scarsdale, a very rich——"