The lawyer acquiesced and felt somehow that he had become the tail end of a procession, the Marquis's entrance and progress through the grillroom towards the smoking-room bar was marked by much deference on the part of porters, cloak-room attendants and waiters, a deference acknowledged in the barest possible fashion, yet in a manner which his satellite decided to make a study of. They reached a retired corner of the smoking room, where the Marquis subsided into the only vacant easy chair, ordered for himself a glass of dry sherry, and left his companion to select his own refreshment and pay for both. "What," the former enquired, "is the next step?" "There is, alas!" Mr. Wadham replied, "no next step." "Exactly what do you mean by that?" the Marquis demanded, knitting his brows slightly as he sipped his sherry. "We have reached the end," the lawyer pronounced. "The decision given by the Court to-day is final." The Marquis set down his glass. The thing was absurd! "Surely," he suggested, "the House of Lords remains?" "Without a doubt, your lordship," Mr. Wadham assented, "but it is of no use to us in the present instance. The judge of the Supreme Court--this is, by-the-by, our third appeal--has delivered a final decision." The Marquis seemed vaguely puzzled. "The House of Lords," he persisted, "remains surely a Court of Appeal for members of my order whose claims to consideration are not always fully recognised in the democracy of the common law court." "I fear," Mr. Wadham replied, with a little cough, "that the House of Lords is supposed to have other functions." "Other functions?" "In an indirect sort of fashion," Mr. Wadham continued, "it is supposed to assist in the government of the country." "God bless my soul!" the Marquis exclaimed. There was a queer, intangible silence. The lawyer was quite aware that a storm was brewing, but as his distinguished client never lost his temper or showed annoyance in any of the ordinary plebeian ways, he was conscious of some curiosity as to what might happen next. "You mean to say, then," the Marquis continued, "that for the rest of my days, and in the days of those who may succeed me, that edifice, that cottage which for generations has sheltered one of the family retainers, is to remain the property of--of an alien?" "I fear that that is the decision of the court," the lawyer admitted. "The deed of gift was exceptionally binding." The Marquis shook his head. The thing was incomprehensible. "I can stand upon the roof of Mandeleys," he said, "and I can look north, south, east and west, and in no direction can I look off my own land. Yet you mean to tell me that almost in my garden there is to remain a demesne which can be occupied by any Tom, Dick or Harry which its nominal owner chooses to place in possession?" The lawyer signed to the waiter for their glasses to be replenished.