"Good Heavens!" cried the young man leaning against the wall at his back as in dismay.
Leigh went on eating.
"It is excellent bread-and-butter," said he when he had finished the last slice. "I have never tasted better."
Hanbury stooped to pick up nothing and whispered "This is not a restaurant," fiercely into Leigh's ear.
"Eh? No. I am well aware of that," said the other in an ordinary tone and quite audibly. "You would not find such good bread-and-butter as that in any restaurant I know of. Or it may be that I was very hungry."
"Shall I get some more?" asked Miss Ashton, who had by this time recovered from her surprise and was beaming with good-natured amusement.
"You are very kind, thank you. It was enough."
"I tell you what it is, Lady Forcar, that is a remarkable person," said the young man with the fresh complexion, to the dowager.
"If people hear of this it will become the fashion," said Lady Forcar, whose complexion never altered except in her dressing-room or when the weather was excessively hot.
"What?" asked the young man. "What will become the fashion?"