If it hadn't been for a break-down in that big motor standing outside in the stableyard, I shouldn't have had two gentlemen staying in my best rooms to-night.

I never find fault with money!" She laughed and nodded again in the pleasantest manner.

A slow smile went round among the men,--it was impossible not to smile in response to the gay good-humour expressed on such a beaming countenance.
"One of them's a lord, too," she added.

"Quite a young fellow, just come into his title, I suppose." And referring to her day-book, she ran her plump finger down the various entries.

"I've got his name here--Wrotham,--Lord Reginald Wrotham." "Wrotham?
That aint a name known in these parts," said the man in corduroys.