There, if ever you want such a person, or if--" She paused.

As she did so she was sharply conscious of the contrast between her visitor and Ian Stafford in outward appearance.

Byng's clothes were made by good hands, but they were made by tailors who knew their man was not particular, and that he would not "try on." The result was a looseness and carelessness of good things--giving him, in a way, the look of shambling power.

Yet in spite of the tie a little crooked, and the trousers a little too large and too short, he had touches of that distinction which power gives.

His large hands with the square-pointed fingers had obtrusive veins, but they were not common.
"Certainly," he intervened, smiling indulgently; "if ever I want a comptroller, or an equerry, or a lord-chamberlain, I'll remember 'Adrian.' In these days one can never tell.