I went down the corridor, to the most ancient part of Hazelmere House; the old armoury, with its iron-studded oaken doors and its suggestion of spooks and goblins. I pushed in to that sombre-looking place, which held so many grim secrets of feudal times. How many drinking orgies and all-night card parties had been held within its portals, I dared not endeavour to surmise. As to how many plots had been hatched behind its studded doors, how many affairs of honour had been settled for all time under its high-panelled roof,--there was only a meagre record; but those we knew of had been bloody and not a few. Figures, in suits of armour, stood in every corner; two-edged swords, shields of brass and cowhide, blunderbusses and breech-loading pistols hung from the walls, while the more modern rifles and fowling pieces were ranged in orderly fashion along the far side. The light was none too good in there, and I failed, at first, to discover the object of my quest. "How do, farmer Giles?" came that slow, drawling, sarcastic voice which I knew so well. I turned suddenly, and,--there he was, seated on a brass-studded oak chest almost behind the heavy door, swinging one leg and toying with a seventeenth century rapier. Through his narrow-slitted eyes, he was examining me from top to toe in apparent disgust: tall, thin, perfectly groomed, handsome, cynical, devil-may-care. I tried to speak calmly, but my anger was greater than I could properly control. Poor little Peggy Darrol was uppermost in my thoughts. "'Gad, George,--you look like a tramp. Why don't you spruce up a bit? Hobnailed boots, home-spun breeches; ugh! it's enough to make your noble ancestors turn in their coffins and groan. "Don't you know the Brammerton motto is, 'Clean,--within and without.'" He bent the blade of his rapier until it formed a half hoop, then he let it fly back with a twang. "And some of us have degenerated so," I answered, "that we apply the motto only in so far as it affects the outside." "While some of us, of course, are so busy scrubbing and polishing at our inwards," he put in, "that we have no time to devote to the parts that are seen. But that seems to me deuced like cant; and a cheap variety of it at that. "So you have taken to preaching, as well as farming. Fine combination, little brother! However, George,--dear boy,--we shall let it go at that. There is something you are anxious to unload. Get it out of your system, man." "I have just been hearing that you are going to marry Lady Rosemary Granton soon." "Why, yes! of course. You may congratulate me, for I have that distinguished honour," he drawled. "And you _do_ consider it an honour?" I asked, pushing my hands deep into my pockets and spreading my legs. He leaned back and surveyed me tolerantly. "'Gad!--that's a beastly impertinent question, George. Why shouldn't it be an honour, when every gentleman in London will be biting his finger-tips with envy?" I nodded and went on.