"No," said Jack, "I'm quite satisfied now; you hem the thing in on every side. But I wish to goodness all this had never happened!" "So do we all; but if there was a doubt, surely it was best to set it at rest? If I were you, I should feel as one does after a bad dream." Jack was on his feet. "My dear old mate," he cried, "and so I do! But I'm only half woke up; that's what's the matter with me, and you must give me time to pull myself together. You don't know what a day I've had; you never will know. And you--my meat's your poison, and yet you've been doing all this for me just as if it was the other way round; and not a word of thanks at the end of it. Claude--old man--forgive me! Thanks won't do. They're no good at all in a case like this. What can a fellow say? If it was you, you'd say plenty----" "I hope not," interrupted Claude, laughing. "Wait till you do me a good turn. You've done me many a one already, and I've never said a word." But Jack would shake hands, and even Claude's face was shining with a tender light as a soft step fell upon the marble, and Lady Caroline Sellwood entered from the drawing-room. The door had been left open. But it was instantly evident that her Ladyship had not been eavesdropping, or at least not to any useful purpose; for she planted herself before the two men in obvious ignorance as to which was the man for her. She was still in the handsome dress that she had worn all the evening; and between her plump, white, glittering fingers she nursed the purple smoking-cap that had always been--and was still--intended for the Duke of St. Osmund's. "It was no good," she cried tragically, looking from Claude to Jack and back again at Claude. "I simply couldn't go to bed until I knew. And now--and now I'm torn two ways; for pity's sake, put me out of _one_ misery." "It's all up," said Jack deliberately. He owed Lady Caroline a grudge for the shrill scolding he had heard upstairs, and another for Olivia's absence from the dinner-table. He was also curious to see what Lady Caroline would do. She sailed straight to Claude, holding the smoking-cap at arm's length. "My dear, dear Claude! _How_ I congratulate you! I find, after all, that the smoking-cap, which was originally intended----" "Dear Lady Caroline," interposed Claude hastily, "everything is as it was. Hunt's story is a complete fabrication; I'd no idea that you knew anything about it." "I couldn't help telling Lady Caroline," said Jack. Lady Caroline turned upon him with hot suspicion. "You said it was all----" He interrupted her. "I was _going_ to say that it was all up with Hunt. He loses two hundred a year for his pains." "Is that possible?" cried her Ladyship. "It's the case," said Claude; "so everything is as it was, and as it should be." Lady Caroline exhibited no further trace of her discomfiture.