"If you will forgive my saying so, Tony," he remarked, "you are becoming shamelessly greedy. Where on earth did you get these peaches and hothouse grapes from?" "I sent Jennings into Harrod's for them," answered Tony. "A little morning exercise is good for him, and I have a friend coming to breakfast." "Oh!" said Guy. "Any one I know?" Tony shook his head. "I don't think so. In fact we only became acquainted ourselves last night." "One of your curious sporting acquaintances, I suppose?" observed Guy with a faint touch of disapproval. Tony smiled pensively. "Yes," he said, "on the whole I think we may pass the description. If you will wait and have breakfast with us I shall be charmed to introduce you." "Thanks very much," said Guy, "but I had my breakfast a couple of hours ago. Besides I am rather busy this morning." He produced the paper which he had brought down from the office. "I wanted to catch you before you went out, to get you to sign this. It's the agreement with Marshall I spoke to you about on Thursday. You had better look it through." Tony pulled a fountain pen out of his inside pocket. "My dear Guy!" he said. "I should never dream of reading a document that you had passed as accurate. It would be a reflection on your sobriety." He scribbled his name in the appointed place and handed the paper back to his cousin. "I see in the _Daily Mail_ this morning that Bugg won his fight all right," remarked the latter. "What time did you get back?" "_I_ got back at a most respectable hour," said Tony. "I am sorry to say I managed to lose Bugg." "Lose him!" echoed Guy. "Yes," said Tony. "You know how careless I am. I----" He was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Come in," he called out. The door opened and Spalding advanced with dignity across the threshold. "Miss Francis," he announced. There was a moment's pause and then, looking slightly embarrassed but most refreshingly beautiful, Isabel appeared in the doorway. Tony who had jumped to his feet came forward and took her hand. "Good-morning, Isabel," he said. "How wonderfully punctual you are! You must have been very well brought up." She shook her head, smiling shyly. "I am afraid it is only because I am hungry," she said. "As a rule I am late for everything." "We ought to get along together famously," replied Tony. "Let's see, you don't know Guy yet, do you? Guy, let me introduce you to Isabel. I have already acquainted her with some of your better and brighter qualities." Guy, whose face was an interesting study in blended emotions, made a little stiff bow. "I have been trying to persuade him to stay and have breakfast with us," proceeded Tony mischievously, "but he says he doesn't care about my curious sporting friends." With a spasmodic gesture Guy took a step forward. "Really I--I protest," he stammered. "You mustn't listen to him, Miss Francis. It is a gross misrepresentation."