“Tracy will have borne Di⁠—Miss Beauleigh off to Andover Court, seven miles beyond Wyncham, to the southwest. Your horse, I take it, is not fresh,” (he knew Mr. Beauleigh’s horse). “I have ordered the curricle for you. I will ride on at once by shortcuts, for there is not a moment to be lost⁠—”

“The Duke of Andover!” interrupted Mr. Beauleigh. “The Duke of Andover! Why, do you think he purposes to marry my daughter?”

Jack gave a short, furious laugh.

“Ay! As he married all the others!”

Mr. Beauleigh winced.

“Sir! Pray why should you say so?”

“I perceive you do not know his Grace. Perchance you have heard of Devil Belmanoir?”