Lord Caterham was now engrossed in his catalogue once more. He had made an effort to be intelligent on the subject of Seven Dials. This time he made hardly any effort at all.

“Thesiger,” he murmured vaguely. “Thesiger. One of the Yorkshire Thesigers?”

“That’s what I’m asking you. Do attend, Father. This is important.”

Lord Caterham made a desperate effort to look intelligent without really having to give his mind to the matter.

“There are some Yorkshire Thesigers,” he said earnestly. “And unless I am mistaken some Devonshire Thesigers also. Your Great Aunt Selina married a Thesiger.”

“What good is that to me?” cried Bundle.

Lord Caterham chuckled.