Nettie laughed. "I forget sometimes," she said. "Well, you must remember just over tomorrow. I shall go next day. I must meet my grandfather in London." Nettie offered no opposition. On the contrary, she appeared rather relieved. "Nettie, did you like Mr. Sutton's looks?" asked Agatha after a pause. "He's too black and blue for my taste," answered Nettie. Willie Prime was red and yellow. "Blue? Oh: you mean his cheeks?" "Yes. But he's a handsome gentleman all the same; and you should have seen his luggage! Such a dressing-bag--cost fifty pounds, I daresay." "Oh, dear, me," said Agatha, "Yes, Nettie, I shall go the day after to-morrow." "Mr. Merceron asked to be introduced to me," said Nettie proudly. "And he asked where you were--he said he'd seen you at the window." "Did he?" said Agatha negligently; and Nettie, finding the conversation flag, retired to her own room. Agatha sat a moment longer on the bed. "What a very deceitful young man," she exclaimed at last. "I must be a very strict secret indeed. Well, I suppose I should be." CHAPTER IV A CATASTROPHE AT THE POOL Mr. Vansittart Merceron was not quite sure that Victor Sutton had any business to call him "Merceron." He was nearly twenty years older than Victor, and a man of considerable position; nor was he, as some middle-aged men are, flattered by the implication of contemporaneousness carried by the mode of address. But it is hard to give a hint to a man who has no inkling that there is room for one; and when Mr. Vansittart addressed Victor as 'Mr. Sutton' the latter graciously told him to "hang the Mister." Reciprocity was inevitable, and the elder man asked himself, with a sardonic grin, how soon he would be "Van." "Coming to bathe, Merceron?" he heard under his window at eight o'clock the next morning. "We're off to the Pool." Mr. Vansittart shouted an emphatic negative, and the two young fellows started off by themselves. Charlie's manner was affected by the ceremonious courtesy which a well-bred host betrays towards a guest not very well-beloved, but Victor did not notice this. It seldom occurred to him that people did not like him. "Yes," he was saying, "I'm just twenty-nine. I've had my fling, Charlie, and now I shall get to business." Charlie was relieved to find that according to this reckoning he had several more years 'fling' before him. "Next year," pursued Victor, "I shall marry; then I shall go into Parliament, and then I shall go ahead." "I didn't know you were engaged." "No, I'm not, but I'm going to be. I can please myself, you see; I've got lots of coin." "Oh, yes, but can you please the lady?" asked Charlie. "My dear boy," began Victor, "when you've seen a little more of the world---- "Here we are," said Charlie. "Why, hullo! Who's that?" A dripping head and a blowing mouth were visible in the middle of the Pool.