"You are very good," said Juggernaut, bowing before the storm.
"That's settled, then. Where shall I send it to?"
Juggernaut thought, and finally gave the address of a club in Pall Mall.
"Club—do you live in a club?" inquired Daphne, with a woman's instinctive dislike for such a monastic and impregnable type of domicile.
"Sometimes. It saves trouble, you see," said Juggernaut apologetically. "My house in town is shut at present. I spend a good deal of time in the north."
"Where do you live when you are in the north?" inquired Daphne, with the healthy curiosity of her age and sex.
"I have another house there," admitted Juggernaut reluctantly. "It is called Belton."
"How many houses have you got altogether?" asked Daphne, in the persuasive tones of a schoolmaster urging a reticent culprit to make a clean breast of it and get it over like a man.
"I have a little place in the Highlands," said Juggernaut humbly—
Daphne rolled her brown eyes up to the ceiling.