“Let us call it so,” he replied, looking pensively out to sea.
It seemed wiser to Lady Alicia to change the subject.
“Who is the friend you are staying with?” she asked, suddenly.
“My old friend the Baron Rudolph von Blitzenberg, and your own most recent admirer,” he replied. “I am at present living with, in fact I may say upon, him.”
“Does he know?”
“If you meet him, you had perhaps better not inquire into my past history.”
“I meant, does he know about—about your knowing me?”
“Bless them!” thought Mr Bunker; “one forgets they’re not always thinking about us!”
“My noble friend has no idea that I have been so fortunate,” he replied.
Lady Alicia looked relieved. “Who is he?” she asked.