"Ergo," said he, and began to sip his Scotch.
"And I'm not——" then I stopped—"in the marrying class, you know," I ended.
"It's a pity to have such excellent raw material go to waste," he commented, and smiled.
"The truth is, Courtney, I waited up for you."
He put down his glass again. "Business?" he inquired, quickly. "Anything amiss?"
I shook my head; "It's nothing amiss diplomatically; but it is business in a way; only, it's my personal business. I want your advice."
He looked at me, sharply, an instant. "Drive on, old man; I'm all attention," he said.
"I've been at the Summer Palace," I began.
He nodded.
"And breakfasted with the Princess Royal," I went on.