I thought it would be advisable not to be in too good time, so sauntered down after I knew dinner was announced. They were both standing on the hearth rug. I always forget to count Mr. Barton, he was in some chair, I suppose, but I did not notice him. Mr. Carruthers is the taller--about one inch; he must be a good deal over six feet, because the other one is very tall too, but now that one saw them together Mr. Carruthers’ figure appeared stiff and set beside Lord Robert’s, and he hasn’t got nearly such a little waist. I wonder if any other nation can have that exquisitely _soigné_ look of Englishmen in evening dress, I don’t believe so. They really are lovely creatures, both of them, and I don’t yet know which I like best. We had such an engaging time at dinner! I was as provoking as I could be in the time--sympathetically absorbingly interested in Mr. Barton’s long stories, and only looking at the other two now and then from under my eyelashes--while I talked in the best demure fashion that I am sure even Lady Katherine Montgomerie--a neighbour of ours--would have approved of. They should not be able to say I could not chaperone myself in any situation. “Dam-- good port this, Christopher,” Lord Robert said, when the ’47 was handed round. “Is this what you asked me down to sample?” “I thought it was to give your opinion about the pictures,” I exclaimed, surprised. “Mr. Carruthers said you were a great judge.” They looked at one another. “Oh--ah--yes,” said Lord Robert, lying transparently. “Pictures are awfully interesting. Will you show me them after dinner?” “The light is too dim for a connoisseur to investigate them properly,” I said. “I shall have it all lit by electricity as soon as possible; I wrote about it to-day,” Mr. Carruthers announced, sententiously. “But I will show you the pictures myself, to-morrow, Bob.” This at once decided me to take Lord Robert round to-night, and I told him so in a velvet voice while Mr. Barton was engaging Christopher’s attention. They stayed such a long time in the dining-room after I left that I was on my way to bed when they came out into the hall, and could with difficulty be persuaded to remain for a few moments. “I am too awfully sorry!” Lord Robert said. “I could not get away, I do not know what possessed Christopher, he would sample ports, and talked the hind leg off a donkey, till at last I said to him straight out I wanted to come to you. So here I am--now you won’t go to bed, will you--please, please.” He has such pleading blue eyes--imploring pathetically like a baby in distress--it is quite impossible to resist him! and we started down the gallery. Of course he did not know the difference between a Canaletto and a Turner, and hardly made a pretence of being interested, in fact when we got to the end where the early Italians hang, and I was explaining the wonderful texture of a Madonna, he said: