"Let me arrange to give a dinner at my house, at which perhaps the Duke and Lady Ethelrida would honor me by being present, and your mother and sisters and any other member of your family you wish, let us say, on the night of my niece's return" (he drew a small calendar notebook from his pocket). "That will be Wednesday, the 18th, and we will fix the wedding for Wednesday the 25th, a week later. That gets you back from your honeymoon on the 1st of November; you can stay with me that night, and if your uncle is good enough to include me in the invitation to his shoot we can all three go down to Montfitchet on the following day. Is all this well? If so I will write it down." "Perfectly well," agreed the prospective bridegroom--and having no notebook or calendar, he scribbled the reminder for himself on his cuff. Higgins, his superb valet, knew a good deal of his lordship's history from his lordship's cuffs! "I don't think I shall wait for tea-time, Francis," he said, when they got out of the restaurant, into the hall. "I think I'll go now, and get it over, if she will be in. Could I telephone and ask?" He did so and received the reply from Turner that Countess Shulski was at home, but could not receive his lordship until half-past four o'clock. "Damn!" said that gentleman as he put the receiver down, and Francis Markrute turned away to hide his smile. "You had better go and buy an engagement ring, hadn't you?" he said. "It won't do to forget that." "Good Lord, I had forgotten!" gasped Tristram. "Well, I have lots of time to do it now, so I'll go to the family jewelers, they are called old-fashioned, but the stones are so good." So they said good-bye, the young man speeding westwards in a taxi, the lion hunter's excitement thrilling in his veins. The financier returned to his stately office and passed through his obsequious rows of clerks to his inner sanctum. Then he lit another cigar and gave orders that he was not to be disturbed for a quarter of an hour. He reposed in a comfortable chair and allowed himself to dream. All his plans were working; there must be no rush. Great emergencies required rush, but to build to the summit of one's ambitions, one must use calm and watchful care. CHAPTER VIII Countess Shulski was seated in her uncle's drawing-room when Lord Tancred was announced. It was rather a severe room, purely French, with very little furniture, each piece a priceless work of art. There were no touches of feminine influence, no comfortable sofas as in the morning-room or library, all was stiff, and dignified, and in pure style. She had chosen to receive him there, on purpose. She wished the meeting to be short and cold. He came forward, a look of determination upon his handsome face.