And again: "You dwelt at Maligny, and--and--your name is Caryll." Mr.Caryll looked up quickly, as if suddenly aware that his lordship was expressing surprise.

"Why, yes," said he.

"What is there odd in that ?" "How does it happen that you come to live there?
Are you at all connected with the family of Maligny?
On your mother's side, perhaps ?" Mr.Caryll took up his wine-glass.

"I take it," said he easily, "that there was some such family at some time.

But it is clear it must have fallen upon evil days." He sipped at his wine.