Mr Gisborne turned to stare, for whatever Rule’s amusements abroad might be, his inamoratas did not wait upon him in Grosvenor Square.

The Earl raised his brows. “I am afraid—I am very much afraid—that you are—shall we say—a little stupid, my friend,” he said. “But perhaps you have already denied me?”

The lackey looked flustered, and answered: “The lady bade me tell your lordship that Miss Winwood begs the favour of a word with you.

There was a moment’s silence. Mr Gisborne had with difficulty checked the exclamation that rose to his lips, and now affected to arrange the papers on his desk.

The Earl’s eyes, which had narrowed suddenly, to his servant’s discomfiture, were once more bland and expressionless. “I see,” he remarked. “Where is Miss Winwood?”

“In the smaller saloon, my lord.”

“Very well,” said his lordship. “You need not wait.”

The lackey bowed, and went out. My lord’s gaze rested thoughtfully on Mr Gisborne’s profile. “Arnold,” he said softly. Mr Gisborne looked up. “Are you very discreet, Arnold?” said his lordship.

Mr Gisborne met his look full. “Yes, sir. Of course.”

“I am sure you are,” said his lordship. “Perhaps even—a little deaf?”

Mr Gisborne’s lips twitched. “Upon occasion, amazingly deaf, sir.”

“I need not have asked,” said the Earl. “You are a prince of secretaries, my dear fellow.”

“As to that, sir, you are very obliging. But certainly you need not have asked.”

“My maladroitness,” murmured his lordship, and went out.

He crossed the wide marble paved hall, observing as he passed a young woman, obviously an abigail, seated on the edge of a straight chair, and clutching her reticule in a frightened manner. Miss Winwood, then, had not come quite unattended.

One of the lackeys sprang to throw open the massive mahogany door that led into the small saloon, and my lord went in.

A lady, not so tall as he had expected to see, was standing with her back to the door, apparently inspecting an oil painting that hung on the far wall. She turned quickly as he came in, and showed him a face that certainly did not belong to Miss Winwood. He checked for a moment, looking down at her in some surprise.

The face under the simple straw hat also showed surprise. “Are you L-Lord Rule?” demanded the lady.

He was amused. “I have always believed so,” he replied.

“Why, I th-thought you were quite old!” she informed him ingenuously.

“That,” said his lordship with perfect gravity, “was unkind in you. Did you come to see me in order to—er—satisfy yourself as to my appearance?”

She blushed fierily. “P-please forgive m-me!” she begged, stammering dreadfully. “It w-was very r-rude of m-me, only you s-see I was surprised just for the m-moment.”

“If you were surprised, ma’am, what can I be but deeply flattered?” said the Earl. “But if you did not come to look me over, do you think you could tell me what it is I am to have the honour of doing for you?”

The bright eyes looked resolutely into his. “Of c-course, you don’t know who I am,” said the visitor. “I’m afraid I d-deceived you a little. I was afraid if you knew it was not L-Lizzie you might not receive me. But it was not quite a l-lie to say I was Miss W-Winwood,” she added anxiously. “B-be-cause I am, you know. I’m Horry Winwood.”

“Horry?” he repeated.

“Horatia,” she explained. “It is an odious name, isn’t it? I was given it on account of Mr W-Walpole. He is my godfather, you understand.”

“Perfectly,” bowed his lordship. “You must forgive me for being so dull-witted, but would you believe it?—I am still quite in the dark.”

Horatia’s gaze faltered. “It is—it is very d-difficult to explain it to you,” she said. “And I expect you are horridly shocked. But I did bring my m-maid, sir!”

“That makes it far less shocking,” said his lordship reassuringly, “But would it not be much easier to explain this very difficult matter to me if you were to sit down? Will you let me take your cloak?”

“Th-thank you,” said Horatia, relinquishing it. She bestowed a friendly smile upon her host. “It is not anything n-near so difficult as I thought it would be. Before you came in my spirits quite f-failed. You see, my M-mama has not the smallest n-notion of my being here. But I couldn’t think of anything else to do.” She gripped her hands together, and drew a deep breath. “It is because of L-Lizzie—my sister. You have offered for her, haven’t you?”

Slightly taken aback, the Earl bowed. Horatia said in a rush: “C-could you—would you m-mind very much—having m-me instead?”

The Earl was seated in a chair opposite to her, absently swinging his eyeglass, his gaze fixed on her face in an expression of courteous interest. The eyeglass stopped swinging suddenly, and was allowed to fall. Horatia, looking anxiously across at him, saw a rather startled frown in his eyes, and hurried on: “Of c-course I know it ought to be Charlotte, for she is the elder, but she said nothing would induce her to m-marry you.”

His lips quivered. “In that case,” he said, “it is fortunate that I did not solicit the honour of Miss Charlotte’s hand in marriage.”

“Yes,” agreed Horatia. “I am sorry to have to say it, but I am afraid Charlotte shrinks from the idea of m-making such a sacrifice even for L-Lizzie’s sake.” Rule’s shoulders shook slightly. “Have I said s-something I shouldn’t?” inquired Horatia doubtfully.

“On the contrary,” he replied. “Your conversation is most salutary, Miss Winwood.”

“You are laughing at me,” said Horatia accusingly. “I d-daresay you think I am very stupid, sir, but indeed, it is most serious.”

“I think you are delightful,” said Rule. “But there seems to be some misapprehension. I was under the impression that Miss Winwood was—er—willing to receive my addresses.”

“Yes,” concurred Horatia. “She is w-willing, of course, but it makes her dreadfully unhappy. Th-that’s why I came. I hope you don’t m-mind.”

“Not at all,” said his lordship. “But may I know whether I appear to all the members of your family in this disagreeable light?”

“Oh no!” said Horatia earnestly. “M-mama is excessively pleased with you, and I myself d-don’t find you disagreeable in the least. And if only you would be so v-very obliging as to offer for m-me instead of Lizzie I should like you very well.”

“But why,” asked Rule, “do you want me to offer for you?”

Horatia’s brows drew close over the bridge of her nose. “It must sound very odd,” she admitted. “You see, Lizzie must m-marry Edward Heron. Perhaps you do not know him?”

“I believe I have not the pleasure,” said the Earl.

“W-well, he is a very particular friend of ours, and he loves L-Lizzie. Only you know how it is with younger sons, and poor Edward is not even a Captain yet.”

“I am to understand that Mr Heron is in the Army?” inquired the Earl.

“Oh, yes, the T-tenth Foot. And if you had not offered for L-Lizzie I feel sure M-mama would have consented to him being contracted to her.”

“It was most lamentable of me,” said Rule gravely. “But at least I can remedy the error.”

Horatia said eagerly: “Oh, you will take m-me instead?”

“No,” said Rule, with a faint smile. “I won’t do that. But I will engage not to marry your sister. It’s not necessary to offer me an exchange, my poor child.”

“B-but it is!” said Horatia vigorously. “One of us m-must marry you!”

The Earl looked at her for a moment. Then he got up in his leisurely way, and stood leaning on the back of a chair.

“I think you must explain it all to me,” he said. “I seem to be more than ordinarily dull this morning.”

Horatia knit her brows. “Well, I’ll t-try,” she said. “You see, we’re so shockingly poor. Charlotte says it is all P-Pelham’s fault, and I dare say it may be, but it is no use blaming him, b-because he cannot help it. G-gambling, you know. Do you gamble?”

“Sometimes,” answered his lordship.

The grey eyes sparkled. “So do I,” declared Horatia unexpectedly. “N-not really, of course, but with Pelham. He taught me. Charlotte says it is wrong. She is l-like that, you know, and it makes her very impatient with poor P-Pel. And I m-must say I feel a little impatient myself when Lizzie has to be sacrificed. Mama is sorry too, b-but she says we must all feel d-deeply thankful.” She coloured, and said rather gruffly: “It’s v-vulgar to care about Settlements, but you are very rich, are you not?”

“Very,” said his lordship, preserving his calm.

“Yes,” nodded Horatia. “W-well—you see!”

“I see,” agreed Rule. “You are going to be the Sacrifice.”

She looked up at him rather shyly. “It c-can’t signify to you, can it? Except that I know I’m not a Beauty, like L-Lizzie. But I have got the Nose, sir.”

Rule surveyed the Nose. “Undoubtedly, you have the Nose,” he said.

Horatia seemed determined to make a clean breast of her blemishes. “And p-perhaps you could become used to my eyebrows?”

The smile lurked at the back of Rule’s eyes. “I think, quite easily.”

She said sadly: “They won’t arch, you know. And I ought to t-tell you that we have quite given up hope of my g-growing any taller.”

“It would certainly be a pity if you did,” said his lordship.

“D-do you think so?” Horatia was surprised. “It is a great trial to me, I can assure you.” She took a breath, and added, with difficulty: “You m-may have n-noticed that I have a—a stammer.”

“Yes, I had noticed,” the Earl answered gently.

“If you f-feel you c-can’t bear it, sir, I shall quite understand,” Horatia said in a small, anxious voice.