She was always your champion." "The Duchess was always very kind to me," Dominey admitted doubtfully, "but I am afraid she was rather fed up before I left England." Mr.Mangan smiled.

He was enjoying a very excellent lunch, which it seemed hard to believe was ordered by a man just home from the wilds of Africa, and he thoroughly enjoyed talking about duchesses.
"Her Grace," he began-- "Well ?" The lawyer had paused, with his eyes glued upon the couple at a neighbouring table.

He leaned across towards his companion.
"The Duchess herself, Sir Everard, just behind you, with Lord St.Omar." "This place must certainly be the rendezvous of all the world," Dominey declared, as he held out his hand to a man who had approached their table.

"Seaman, my friend, welcome! Let me introduce you to my friend and legal adviser, Mr.Mangan--Mr.Seaman." Mr.Seaman was a short, fat man, immaculately dressed in most conventional morning attire.

He was almost bald, except for a little tuft on either side, and a few long, fair hairs carefully brushed back over a shining scalp.