"I don't know. Everything, it seems to me. I told you about Lord Deseret----"
"Rather! Good old cock! His money comes easily, I should say."
"When he was talking to me, asking about you and Carne and all the rest, he said, quite as though I knew all about it---- 'And which of you is Lady Susan Sandys's boy?'"
"Who the deuce is Lady Susan Sandys?"
"Your mother--or mine."
Jack's knitted brows and concentrated gaze settled on Jim in vastest amazement.
"Your mother--or mine, Jim? What on earth do you mean?"
"That's just it. I don't know what it means. There is something behind that we don't understand, Jack."
"And this Lord Deseret?"
"I went to him and begged him to explain. He was very much surprised that I didn't know all about it, whatever it is. But he said that since our grandfather or our father had seen fit not to tell us, it would hardly be right for him to do so."