“But how should Jack know that?”

“Because I am sure he knows him⁠—or, at least, of him.”

“Listen, Mistress Di,” broke in my lord, shooting a warning glance at O’Hara. “I will tell you all about Mr. Everard, and I hope you will be satisfied with my tale.” He paused and seemed to cudgel his brain. “First he is, of course, titled⁠—let me see⁠—yes, he is a Duke. Oh, he is certainly a Duke⁠—and I am not sure but what he is royal⁠—he⁠—”

“Now you are ridiculous!” cried Miss Betty.

“You are very teasing,” said Diana, and tried to frown. “First you pretend to know nothing about Mr. Everard, and then you tell me foolish stories about him. A Duke, indeed! I believe you really do know nothing about him!”