"My niece, the Countess of Camperdown, asks me to meet him to-day at luncheon.

Explain yourself, my young friend.

There is a fresh glass by your side." Felix poured himself out a glass and drank it off.

But he remained silent.
"Well ?" Felix picked up his gloves and stick.
"You are asked to meet Mr.Brott at luncheon to-day ?" "Yes." "Are you going ?" "Certainly!" Felix nodded.
"Very good," he said.

"I should advise you to cultivate his acquaintance.