‘That’s all sophistry,’ she said, as she handed him his cup.

‘Thanks,’ he answered, taking it from her.  ’Look here!  Can you deny that you have given me a formal dated receipt for four thousand one hundred pounds?’

‘No—­’

’Well, then, what can’t be denied is the truth; and if I choose to publish the truth about you, I don’t suppose you can find fault with it.’

‘No, but—­’

’Excuse me for interrupting, but there is no “but.”  What’s good in law is good enough for me, and the Attorney-General and all his angels couldn’t get behind that receipt now, if they tried till they were black in the face.’

Mr. Van Torp’s similes were not always elegant.

‘Tip-top tea,’ he remarked, as Lady Maud did not attempt to say anything more.  ’That was a bright idea of yours, bringing the lemon, too.’

He took several small sips in quick succession, evidently appreciating the quality of the tea as a connoisseur.

‘I don’t know how you have managed to do it,’ said Lady Maud at last.  ’As you say, the “how” does not matter very much.  Perhaps it’s just as well that I should not know how you got at the Patriarch.  I couldn’t be more grateful if I knew the whole story.’

’There’s no particular story about it.  When I found he was the man to be seen, I sent a man to see him.  That’s all.’

‘It sounds very simple,’ said Lady Maud, whose acquaintance with American slang was limited, even after she had known Mr. Van Torp intimately for two years.  ’You were going to tell me more.  You said you had a plan for catching the real person who is responsible for this attack on you.’

’Well, I have a sort of an idea, but I’m not quite sure how the land lays.  By the bye,’ he said quickly, correcting himself, ’isn’t that one of the things I say wrong?  You told me I ought to say how the land “lies,” didn’t you?  I always forget.’

Lady Maud laughed as she looked at him, for she was quite sure that he had only taken up his own mistake in order to turn the subject from the plan of which he did not mean to speak.

‘You know that I’m not in the least curious,’ she said, ’so don’t waste any cleverness in putting me off!  I only wish to know whether I can help you to carry out your plan.  I had an idea too.  I thought of getting my father to have a week-end party at Craythew, to which you would be asked, by way of showing people that he knows all about our friendship, and approves of it in spite of what my husband has been trying to do.  Would that suit you?  Would it help you or not?’

‘It might come in nicely after the news about the divorce appears,’ answered Mr. Van Torp approvingly.  ’It would be just the same if I went over to dinner every day, and didn’t sleep in the house, wouldn’t it?’

‘I’m not sure,’ Lady Maud said.  ’I don’t think it would, quite.  It might seem odd that you should dine with us every day, whereas if you stop with us people cannot but see that my father wants you.’