"Do you think well of him?" He turned to her with a calculated abruptness. She showed a little surprise. "I? But everybody thinks well of him. They say the Duke trusts everything to him." "When I left England he was still a rather lazy and unsatisfactory undergraduate. I was curious to know how he had developed. Do you know what his chief interests are now?" Mademoiselle Le Breton hesitated. "I'm really afraid I don't know," she said, at last, smiling, and, as it were, regretful. "But Evelyn Crowborough, of course, could tell you all about him. She and he are very old friends." "No birds out of that cover," was Sir Wilfrid's inward comment. The lamp over Lady Henry's door was already in sight when Sir Wilfrid, after some talk of the Montresors, with whom he was going to dine that night, carelessly said: "That's a very good-looking fellow, that Captain Warkworth, whom I saw with Lady Henry last night." "Ah, yes. Lady Henry has made great friends with him," said Mademoiselle Julie, readily. "She consults him about her memoir of her husband." "Memoir of her husband!" Sir Wilfrid stopped short. "Heavens above! Memoir of Lord Henry?" "She is half-way through it. I thought you knew." "Well, upon my word! Whom shall we have a memoir of next? Henry Delafield! Henry Delafield! Good gracious!" And Sir Wilfrid walked along, slashing at the railings with his stick, as though the action relieved him. Julie Le Breton quietly resumed: "I understand that Lord Henry and Captain Warkworth's father went through the Indian Mutiny together, and Captain Warkworth has some letters--" "Oh, I dare say--I dare say," muttered Sir Wilfrid. "What's this man home for just now?" "Well, I _think_ Lady Henry knows," said Mademoiselle Julie, turning to him an open look, like one who, once more, would gladly satisfy a questioner if they could. "He talks to her a great deal. But why shouldn't he come home?" "Because he ought to be doing disagreeable duty with his regiment instead of always racing about the world in search of something to get his name up," said Sir Wilfrid, rather sharply. "At least, that's the view his brother officers mostly take of him." "Oh," said Mademoiselle Julie, with amiable vagueness, "is there anything particular that you suppose he wants?" "I am not at all in the secret of his ambitions," said Sir Wilfrid, lifting his shoulders. "But you and Lady Henry seemed well acquainted with him." The straw-colored lashes veered her way. "I had some talk with him in the Park this morning," said Julie Le Breton, reflectively. "He wants me to copy his father's letters for Lady Henry, and to get her to return the originals as soon as possible. He feels nervous when they are out of his hands." "Hm!" said Sir Wilfrid.