His Grace produced a key from his vest pocket and unlocked a drawer in the desk. From it he took a small box. He counted out fifty guineas, and added another to the pile. Andrew stared at it.

“What’s that for?” he inquired.

“The stockings,” replied Tracy, with a ghost of a smile. Andrew burst out laughing.

“That’s good! Gad! but you’re devilish amusing, ’pon rep. you are!” He thanked his Grace profusely and gathering up the money, left the room.

Outside he gave vent to a low whistle of astonishment. “Tare an’ ouns! he must be monstrous well-pleased over something!” he marvelled. “I shall awaken soon, I doubt not.” He chuckled a little as he descended the staircase, but his face was full of wonderment.