One of the real old French families, you know, De Seurs." Duncombe nodded.

There did not seem to be much that he could say.

He mingled with the other guests, and observed his social duties.

But he watched the Baron, and he took care that they left together.
"Are you going my way, Baron ?" he asked, as they stepped into the Place Vendome.
"I was going to the Cercle Anglais," the Baron answered.

"Do you belong ?" "I am up for a month's membership, but I am not elected yet," Duncombe answered.
"Then you shall come in as my guest," the Baron declared.
"You are exceedingly kind," Duncombe answered.