Jack perceived that it was time he took a hand in the game. He half turned in his chair and levelled his quizzing-glass at Mr. Chilter.

“I beg your pardon?” he drawled.

Mr. Fudby’s eye brightened. The fine gentleman was roused to an expression of interest at last. He launched forth into his story once more for my lord’s benefit. Carstares eyed him coldly, seeing which, Mr. Hedges came hurriedly to the rescue.

“Er⁠—yes, Mr. Fudby⁠—quite so! Your pardon, sir, I have not the honour of knowing your name?”

“Ferndale,” supplied Jack, “Sir Anthony Ferndale.”