Many years after, I happened to see upon a hotel register in Rome these entries: "The Earl of Durham," and in the same handwriting just below it, "Lady Anne Lambton" and "The Hon.
Reginald Lambton." So the Lambtons--they spelled it with a b instead of a p--were yet in the peerage.

A Lambton was Earl of Durham.

The next time I saw Mark I rated him on his deception.

He did not defend himself, said something about its being necessary to perfect the joke.
"Did you ever meet this present peer and possible usurper ?" I asked.
"No," he answered, "I never did, but if he had called on me, I would have had him come up." III His mind turned ever to the droll.

Once in London I was living with my family at 103 Mount Street.