There was a moment of silence. His face flushed, then turned cold.
"Indeed!" he said stiffly. "And, if it is not indiscreet, may I ask who calls me 'Sir Galahad'?"
At the tone of his voice, Clodagh wheeled round.
"Didn't you know?" she asked. "I thought—oh, I was sure you knew——"
He laughed.
"No!" he said with elaborate indifference—"no! To whom am I indebted for the name?"
But his companion was silent. Acutely conscious of having struck a wrong note, she felt angry with herself—angry with him.
"Who gave me the name?" he asked again.
"I had better not say. I thought you knew of it."
"Then I am at liberty to guess. It was Lord Deerehurst?"