"At the moment I don't recall his last. Oh, yes--Wayne. I'll ask Mathilde
when we go up-stairs."

From her own bedroom door she called up.

"Mathilde, what is the name of your young friend?"

There was a little pause before Mathilde answered that she was sorry, but
she didn't know.

Mrs. Farron turned to her husband and made a little gesture to indicate
that this ignorance on the girl's part did not bear out his theory; but
she saw that he did not admit it, that he clung still to his
impression. "And Vincent's impressions--" she said to herself as she
went in to dress.




CHAPTER III


Mr. Lanley was ruffled as he left his daughter's drawing-room.

"As if I had wanted her to marry at eighteen," he said to himself; and
he took his hat crossly from Pringle and set it hard on his head at the
slight angle which he preferred. Then reflecting that Pringle was not
in any way involved, he unbent slightly, and said something that
sounded like: