He came in with Shaw McLaren, a young man whose acquaintance was considered as most definitely satisfactory.

Vainly Bryce Denning had striven to obtain any notice whatever from McLaren, whose exclusiveness was proverbial.

Who then was this stranger he appeared so anxious to entertain?
His look of supreme satisfaction, his high-bred air, and peculiar intonation quickly satisfied Bryce as to his nationality.
"English, of course," he reflected, "and probably one of the aristocrats that Shaw meets at his recently ennobled sister's place.

He is forever bragging about them.

I must find out who Shaw's last British lion is," and just as he arrived at this decision the person appeared who could satisfy him.
"That man!" was the reply to the inevitable question--"why, he is some relative of the old lady Rawdon.