It is Mr.Caryll--Mr.Justin Caryll.

This, sir, is my Lady Ostermore." Mr.Caryll made her a profound bow.

Her ladyship retorted with a sniff.
"Is it a kinsman of yours, my lord ?" and the contempt of the question was laden with a suggestion that smote Mr.Caryll hard.

What she implied in wanton offensive mockery was no more than he alone present knew to be the exact and hideous truth.
"Some remote kinsman, I make no doubt," the earl explained.

"Until yesterday I had not the honor of his acquaintance.