Then he looked up at me.
"Have you a spare bedroom, Ducaine ?" "One or two," I answered.

"They are not all furnished, but one at any rate is decent." "Will you put me up for a day--perhaps two ?" "Of course," I answered, "but--" He answered my unspoken question.
"The Duke has turned me out," he said grimly.

"Who would have suspected the old man of such folly?
He believes in Blenavon.

I told him the plain truth, and he told me that I was a liar." "I thought that he would be difficult to convince," I remarked.
"He has all the magnificent pig-headedness of his race," Ray answered.
"Blenavon is Blenavon, and he can do no wrong.

He would summon him home again, but fortunately the young man himself is no fool.