"Life's not so queer as that, Mr.Bacon.I wish you might--" he broke off.
"Might what ?" asked Bacon.
"Hear of me at Fontenoy," answered Rand, and entered the wide hall as one who was at home there.

"I'll go bathe my face and hands," he said, and turned into the passage that led to the bedrooms.
A tall clock struck the hour, a bell rang cheerfully, and Burwell flung open the dining-room door.

Rand, entering a moment later, found the overseer, the hunter, and the dancing master awaiting him.

With a nod and a "Ha, Burwell!" for the old servant, he took his place at the table, and he took it like a prince, throwing his tall, vigorous figure into the armchair which marked the head of the board, seating himself before the other and older men.

In the wave of his hand toward the three remaining places there was a condescension not the less remarkable that it was entirely unconscious.