"He's taking risks that few would take in his place.

But that's always been his way." He went out, leaving his lordship pensive, those dreamy blue eyes of his intently studying Miss Bishop's face for all their dreaminess; his mind increasingly uneasy.

At length Miss Bishop looked at him, and spoke.
"Your Cahusac told you no more than the truth, it seems." "I perceived that you were testing it," said his lordship.

"I am wondering precisely why." Receiving no answer, he continued to observe her silently, his long, tapering fingers toying with a ringlet of the golden periwig in which his long face was set.
Miss Bishop sat bemused, her brows knit, her brooding glance seeming to study the fine Spanish point that edged the tablecloth.

At last his lordship broke the silence.
"He amazes me, this man," said he, in his slow, languid voice that never seemed to change its level.