“Mary!” snapped the Marquis, with a sudden frown.

His uncle was quite unabashed. “Mary! so it is. Sophia was t’other one. Well, give her a glass, my boy. I’ve a toast for you to drink.”

Léonie accepted the glass her son handed her. “Yes, it is true that I wish very much to drink to my son and daughter,” she said. “Go on, Rupert.”

His lordship raised his glass. “Dijon!” he said quite unheeding, and drank deeply.