I fully agreed with his prescription; and, allow me to say, I admire its ingredients." Jane bowed, and realised how the duchess would be chuckling.

What an insufferable little person! Jane had time to think this, while he walked across to the table-cloth, bent over it, and examined an ancient spot of ink.

Finding a drop of candle grease near it, he removed it with his thumb nail; brought it carefully to the fire, and laid it on the coals.

He watched it melt, fizzle, and flare, with an intense concentration of interest; then jumped round on Jane, and caught her look of fury.
"And I think there remains very little for me to say to you about the treatment, Miss Gray," he finished calmly.

"You will have received minute instructions from Sir Deryck himself.