“I should be loth to upset your suppositions,” replied his Grace sweetly.

“You will not? Well, I didn’t think you would somehow! But I wish you might contrive to let me have it, Tracy. I’ve had prodigious ill-luck of late, and the Lord knows ’tis not much I get from you! I don’t want to ask Dick again.”

“I should not let the performance grow monotonous, certainly,” agreed the other. “Fifty, you said?”

“Forty-five would suffice.”

“Oh, you may have it!” shrugged his Grace. “At once?”

“Blister me, but that’s devilish good of you, Tracy! At once would be convenient to me !”