"Right-o! I'll tell her at luncheon.... I say, Quarren: Karl Westguard wants the gallery to-night. May I let him have it?"
"Certainly. What for?"
"Oh, some idea of his—I've forgotten what he said."
"I believe I'd better come down," said Quarren bluntly.
"Don't dream of it, old fellow. Everything is doing nicely. My respects to the fair. By-the-bye—anything in my line up there?"
Quarren laughed:
"I'm afraid not, Dankmere."
"Very well," said the Earl, airily. "I'm not worrying now, you know. Good-bye, old sport!"
And he rang off.