Meanwhile Lord Kenmore was turning over the photos, commenting on them as he did so. He was opening the Riviera book now.
"These are pretty!" she heard him say.
"Yes; we had a lovely time there two years ago."
"Hullo! Who's this?"
He had come to the very photo which had made Marjorie's face flush as she looked at it.
"Oh, that's a friend of Evelyn; they were at Sandhurst together, and we met him out there."
"I can't think who he reminds me of," said Lord Kenmore; "he's like some one. Dear me, who is it?"
"That is just what Marjorie said when she looked at that photo," said Lady Violet, laughing; "he is just like some friend of hers; he seems to be like a good many people."
"What's his name?"
"Captain Fortescue; perhaps you knew him at Sandhurst."