As Philip stepped lazily from the trees he turned.
It was Baron Tregar.

Both men stared.
"The Duke of Connecticut!" at length rumbled the Baron with perfect gravity.

"I am overwhelmed." Philip, much the more astonished of the two, laughed and bowed.
"Excellency," said he formally, "I am indeed astonished." "Pray be seated!" invited the Baron, his eyes more friendly than those of his guest.

"I, too, have taken to the highway, Poynter, on yonder motorcycle and I have lost my way." He sniffed in disgust.

"I am dining," he added dryly, "if one may dignify the damnable proceeding by that name, on potatoes which I do not in the least know how to bake without reducing them to cinders.