CHAPTER XXIV.
He took it with that grave courtesy, that gentle dignity of bearing which at times distinguished his deportment and was, indeed, as puzzling to her as it was to Mr.Maverick Narkom.

It came but rarely, that peculiar air, but it was very noticeable when it did come, although the man himself seemed totally oblivious of it.

Miss Lorne noticed it now, just as she had noticed it that day in the train when she had said banteringly: "I am not used to Court manners.

Where, if you please, did you acquire yours ?" "I can't say how deeply indebted I feel--you must imagine that, Miss Lorne," he said, bending over the hand that lay in his, with an air that made Lady Chepstow lift her eyebrows and look at him narrowly.

"It is one of the kindest things you could do for the boy and--for me.