Then he fell into a sudden panic.
"By Jove!" he cried, clutching at his moustache and missing it.

"I'd forgotten all about it! My sister--Lady Salkeld's coming home to-morrow!" Pollyooly said nothing.

She looked at him with enquiring eyes.
"Suppose she goes and recognises that you aren't Marion ?" "I don't see why she should any more than any one else," said Pollyooly in a reassuring tone.
"Oh, but, hang it! She's seen a lot of Marion.

She's known her ever since she was a baby," said the duke with a harassed air.
Pollyooly could have set his mind at rest by assuring him that during her last stay at the court Lady Salkeld had not shown the slightest tendency to recognise that she was not Lady Marion Ricksborough; but she did not.

She only said: "I don't suppose that she'll take much notice of me." "There is that.