Little by little Lady Kelsey's guests bade her farewell, and at three o'clock few were left. Lucy had asked Alec to remain till the end, and he and Dick had taken refuge in the smoking-room. Presently Boulger came in with two men, named Mallins and Carbery, whom Alec knew slightly. He glanced at Alec, and went up to the table on which were cigarettes and various things to drink. His companions had no idea that he was bent upon an explanation and had asked them of set purpose to come into that room. 'May we smoke here, Bobbie?' asked one of them, a little embarrassed at seeing Alec, but anxious to carry things off pleasantly. 'Certainly. Dick insisted that this room should be particularly reserved for that purpose.' 'Lady Kelsey is the most admirable of all hostesses,' said Dick lightly. He took out his case and offered a cigarette to Alec. Alec took it. 'Give me a match, Bobbikins, there's a good boy,' he said carelessly. Boulger, with his back turned to Alec, took no notice of the request. He poured himself out some whisky, and raising the glass, deliberately examined how much there was in it. Alec smiled faintly. 'Bobbie, throw me over the matches,' he repeated. At that moment Lady Kelsey's butler came into the room with a salver, upon which he put the dirty glasses. Bobbie, his back still turned, looked up at the servant. 'Miller.' 'Yes, sir.' 'Mr. MacKenzie is asking for something.' 'Yes, sir.' 'You might give me a match, will you?' said Alec. 'Yes, sir.' The butler put the matches on his salver and took them over to Alec, who lit his cigarette. 'Thank you.' No one spoke till the butler left the room. Alec occupied himself idly in making smoke rings, and he watched them rise into the air. When they were alone he turned slowly to Boulger. 'I perceive that during my absence you have not added good manners to your other accomplishments,' he said. Boulger wheeled round and faced him. 'If you want things you can ask servants for them.' 'Don't be foolish,' smiled Alec, good-humouredly. Alec's contemptuous manner robbed Boulger of his remaining self-control. He strode angrily to Alec. 'If you talk to me like that I'll knock you down.' Alec was lying stretched out on the sofa, and did not stir. He seemed completely unconcerned. 'You could hardly do that when I'm already lying on my back,' he murmured. Boulger clenched his fists. He gasped in the fury of his anger. 'Look here, MacKenzie, I'm not going to let you play the fool with me. I want to know what answer you have to make to Macinnery's accusation.' 'Might I suggest that only Miss Allerton has the least right to receive answers to her questions? And she hasn't questioned me.' 'I've given up trying to understand her attitude. If I were she, it would make me sick with horror to look at you. But after all I have the right to know something. George Allerton was my cousin.'