"You've called me Tristram all your life. I should think you might still," observed Harry. "Oh, all right. But what brings you here? These aren't generally your hours, are they?" "Perhaps not. May I have some breakfast?" The maid was summoned and brought him what he asked. She nearly dropped the cup and saucer when she realized that the Great Man was there--at six in the morning! "I'm on my way to London," said Harry. "Going to take the train at Fillingford instead of Blentmouth, because I wanted to drop in on you. I've something to say." "I expect I've heard. It's very kind of you to come, but I saw Janie Iver in Blentmouth yesterday." "I dare say; but she didn't tell you what I'm going to." Harry, having made but a pretence of breakfasting, pushed away his plate. "I'll smoke if you don't mind. You go on eating," he said. "Do you remember a little talk we had about our friend Duplay? We agreed that we should both like to put a spoke in his wheel." "And you've done it," said Bob, reaching for his pipe from the mantel-piece. "I did do it. I can't do it any more. You know there were certain reasons which made a marriage between Janie Iver and me seem desirable? I'm saying nothing against her, and I don't intend to say a word against myself. Well, those reasons no longer exist. I have written to her to say so. She'll get that letter this afternoon." "You've written to break off the engagement?" Bob spoke slowly and thoughtfully, but with no great surprise. "Yes. She accepted me under a serious misapprehension. When I asked her I was in a position to which I had no----" He interrupted himself, frowning a little. Not even now was he ready to say that. "In a position which I no longer occupy," he amended, recovering his placidity. "All the world will know that very soon. I am no longer owner of Blent." "What?" cried Bob, jumping up and looking hard at Harry. The surprise came now. "And I am no longer what you called me just now--Lord Tristram. You know the law about succeeding to peerages and entailed lands? Very well. My birth has been discovered [he smiled for an instant] not to satisfy that law--the merits of which, Bob, we won't discuss. Consequently not I, but Miss Gainsborough succeeds my mother in the title and the property. I have informed Miss Gainsborough--I ought to say Lady Tristram--of these facts, and I'm on my way to London to see the lawyers and get everything done in proper order." "Good God, do you mean what you say?" "Oh, of course I do. Do you take me for an idiot, to come up here at six in the morning to talk balderdash?" Harry was obviously irritated. "Everybody will know soon. I came to tell you because I fancy you've some concern in it, and, as I say, I still want that spoke put in the Major's wheel." Bob sat down and was silent for many moments, smoking hard. "But Janie won't do that," he broke out at last. "She's too straight, too loyal. If she's accepted you----"