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Few and simple were the courses at Iris Lodge, but at dessert Maurice produced some particular old Benedictine (which had been in the family as long as he had), and Dick’s health was drunk with unspeakable enthusiasm. Dick blushed; for it made what he burned to say more awkward; but at last he blurted out, apparently appealing to the mildewed Benedictine bottle:

“I say will you all think me an awful brute if I clear out for an hour or two? Mother, will you? You know what I have still to do whom to see to complete my first day in old England.”

“Why, of course!” from the younger ones; and Mrs. Edmonstone simply pronounced the question: “Graysbrooke?”

“Yes,” said Dick. “I must go and see them, you know. You know why, too,” he added simply.

No one said anything. There was a rather awkward pause, which it fell to Fanny to break.

“By the bye,” she said tentatively, “they have a visitor there.”

She was prepared to add further information, but Dick looked at her blankly, and clearly was not listening. They rose from the table, and almost directly the three who went into the drawing-room heard the front door open and shut.