"Of course," said Austin. "And you know that I am?" "We’ll quarrel about nothing now. To-morrow we’ll look for her. Ridley, the bishop’s butler, told me Bradstock and the bishop were going to Spilsby to-morrow. I gave him a sovereign." "So did I," said Austin. "Let’s go in to dinner. I’m glad we are friends, Plantagenet." "So am I, old chap," said Goby. At a near table to them were Rivaulx and Gordon. Farther off Plant was with Carteret Williams. Plant regretted that Bramber wasn’t there. Williams sighed for the artistic company of the delirious Carew. Not one look of envy or hatred or malice passed between any of them. "Marquis," said Gordon, gloomily, "will you come to-morrow with me to find my—I mean, Penelope?" "I will, my dear Gordon," replied the marquis. "To Spilsby." "How did you know?" "Ridley, the bishop’s man, said it." "He told me, too. I gave him five pounds," said Gordon. "I gave him four." "I’ll bet he’s told ’em all," said Gordon. "I say, marquis, those were jolly, happy days before this misery came on, when you and I dined together." "And went up in balloons," said the marquis. Gordon shook his head. "Well, yes, even the balloons. Do you know, marquis, I hated you then. I don’t now. I think you a real good chap." The marquis held out his hand, and Gordon shook it. "Gordon, I used to despise you. It was a great trial to dine with you. I’m glad I did it now. I’m a wiser, better man for the trials. I see that Jews can be noble by nature just as they can be barons by creation. I finally absolve Dreyfus. I almost love you now!" "Good old marquis," said Gordon. "When we get up to town, I’ll put you on the betht thing in the market. I will, so help me!" Carteret Williams and Plant got on well together. They talked first of Bramber and Carew. "Carew’s all right," said Williams; "all right for an artist. I was in the Ashanti war with an artist once. I put his head in a bucket of water!" "Why?" asked Plant. "Because he was too drunk to draw," said Williams. "He hated me when he got sober, and caricatured me. I never liked artists afterward. But when Penelope put me into harness with Carew, I found there was good stuff in him. He could work. He talked awful rot, but there was something at the back of it. I had to own it. How did you get on with Bramber?" "I thought him a damn fool," said Plant. "But I found out he wasn’t. There’s stuff in Bramber. My—I mean, Penelope knew that. I say, as he isn’t here, poor chap, will you come to Spilsby with me to-morrow?" Williams started. "How did you come to think of Spilsby?" he asked, suspiciously. "The bishop’s butler told me. I gave him five pounds," said Plant. "I gave him two," said Williams. "Yes, I’ll go with you, as Carew isn’t here. I like Carew now. Poor Carew!" "And I like Bramber, poor chap," said Plant. "And now I’ll go and shake hands with the marquis, who wanted to kill me last time I was here."