“The Devil!” ejaculated Robert, and strolled over to him.

Fortescue walked away when he saw who approached, and his Grace of Andover turned slowly towards his brother.

“I rather thought you were in Paris,” yawned the colonel.

“I am always sorry to disillusion you,” bowed his Grace.

“Not at all; I am transported with joy at seeing you. As is Lavinia, it appears.”

Lady Lavinia, on recognising his Grace, had dropped her partner’s hand and fled incontinent towards him.

“You, Tracy!” She clasped delighted hands on his arm.

“This is very touching,” sneered Robert. “It only needs Andrew to complete the happy reunion. Pray excuse me!”