"H lne is a pretty name," said Lewis.

"None of that, young man," said Leighton. "You'll call H lne my Lady."

"That's a pretty name, too," said Lewis.

"Yes," said the lady, rising and holding out her hand, "call me that--at
the door."

"Dad," said Lewis as they walked back to the flat, "does she live all
alone in that big house?"

Leighton came out of a reverie.

"That lady, Lew, is Lady H lne Derl. She is the wife of Lord Derl. You
won't see much of Lord Derl, because he spends most of his time in a
sort of home for incurables. His hobby is faunal research. In other
words, he's a drunkard. Bah! We won't talk any more about _that_."




CHAPTER XVIII


A few months later, when Lewis had very much modified his ideas of
London, he was walking with his father in the park at the hour which the
general English fitness of things assigns to the initiated. A very
little breaking in and a great deal of tailoring had gone a long way