"We haven't yet been to Jocyln Hall. We came at once here, to see this prodigy of babies—my wonderful little namesake."
Very late that night, when the reunited friends sought their chambers, May lifted her golden head off the pillow, and looked at her husband entering the room.
"It's so very odd, Guy," slowly and drowsily, "to think that, after all, a Rupert Thetford should be Sir Noel's Heir."