Could you possibly--" Here Mr.Fyshe paused, listening a moment, and then went on, "Yes, yes; an excellent idea--most kind of you.

Pray do send your motor to the hotel and give the Duke a bite of dinner.

No, I wouldn't join you, thanks.

Most kind.

Good night--" And within a few minutes more the motor of Mr.Boulder was rolling down from Plutoria Avenue to the Grand Palaver Hotel.
What passed between Mr.Boulder and the Duke that evening is not known.
That they must have proved congenial company to one another there is no doubt.