“Veynes’?”
“Yes.”
“There’s only Lord Egham.”
“Only Lord Egham! No sisters, mothers, aunts—nothing? Oh, come, that’s better. And what is he like?”
“He’s a dear old gentleman who dotes on his son.”
“Then he’d take me badly?”
“I fancy so.”
“Why?”
“Ah, that’s a big question. Perhaps his education was defective.”
“I dare say. He’s an earl, isn’t he?”