"I wish you'd name the day, you two stupids. Awfully soft I call it hanging about like this." Luke would have said something then, but Louisa interposed. "It is all my fault, Edie," she said. "You know I want to take the twins out myself this season. I must give them a real good time before I marry." "Bosh!" remarked Edith unceremoniously. "Mabel and Chris will have a far better time when you are married and can present them yourself. Tell them from me that its no fun being 'out' and the longer they put it off the better they'll enjoy themselves later on. Besides, Colonel Harris will take them about." "Father hates sitting up late--" hazarded Louisa, somewhat lamely. "The truth of the matter is," here broke in Lord Radclyffe dryly, "that Luke had persuaded you to put off the wedding because of this d----d impostor who seems to have set you all off by the ears." Edie laughed and said, "Bosh!" Jim growled and murmured, "Rot!" Luke and Louisa were silent, the while Lord Radclyffe's closely-set, dark, piercing eyes, wandered from one young face to the other. Louisa, feeling uncomfortable beneath that none too amiable scrutiny, did not know what to say, but Luke quietly remarked after awhile: "You're right, uncle. It is my doing, but Lou agrees with me, and we are going to wait until this cloud is properly cleared up." If any one else had spoken so clearly and decisively in direct contradiction to the old man's obvious wishes in the matter, the result would have been an outburst of ill-humour and probably a volley of invectives, not unmixed with more forcible language. But since it was Luke who had spoken--and Luke could do no wrong--Lord Radclyffe responded quite gently: "My dear boy," he said, and it was really touching to hear the hard voice soften and linger on the endearing words, "I have told you once and for all that the story of this so-called Philip de Mountford is a fabrication from beginning to end. There is absolutely no reason for you to fret one single instant because of the lies a blackmailer chooses to trump up. As for your putting off your wedding one single hour because of this folly, why, it is positive nonsense. I should have thought you had more common-sense--and Miss Harris, too, for a matter of that." Luke was silent for a moment or two while Edie tossed her irresponsible young head with the gesture of an absolute "I told you so." Jim muttered something behind his heavy cavalry moustache. Louisa, with head bent and fingers somewhat restless and fidgety, waited to hear what Luke would say. "If only," he said, "you would consent, Uncle Rad to let Mr. Dobson go through this man's papers." "What were the good of wasting Mr. Dobson's time?" retorted Lord Radclyffe with surprising good humour. "I know that the man is an impostor. I don't think it," he reiterated emphatically, "I know it." "How?"