“Much obliged to you I’m sure.  I shall try again when they come to town, of course.”

Arranmore rose up.

“I am going down to Christie’s to see some old French manuscripts,” he said.  “Is that on your way?”

Molyneux shook his head.

“Going down to the House, thanks,” he answered.  “I’ll look you up again some time, if I may.”

They walked out into the street together.  Arranmore stepped into his brougham and was driven off.  At the top of St. James’s Street he pulled the check-string and jumped out.  He had caught a glimpse of a girl’s face looking into a shop window.  He hastily crossed the pavement and accosted her, hat in hand.

“Miss Scott, will you permit me the opportunity of saying a few words to you?”

Mary turned round, speechless for more than a minute or two.

“I will not detain you for more than a minute or two.  I hope that you will not refuse me.”

“I will listen to anything you have to say, Lord Arranmore,” she said, “but let me tell you that I have been to see Mr. Ascough.  He told me that he had your permission to explain to me fully the reasons of your coming to Montreal and the story of your life before.”

“Well?”

She hesitated.  He stood before her, palpably anxiously waiting for her decision.

“I was perhaps wrong to judge so hastily, Lord Arranmore,” she said, “and I am inclined to regret my visit to Enton.  If you care to know it, I do not harbour any animosity towards you.  But I cannot possibly accept this sum of money.  I told Mr. Ascough so finally.”

“It is only justice, Miss Scott,” he said, in a low tone.  “I won the money from your father fairly in one sense, but unfairly in another, for I was a good player and he was a very poor one.  You will do me a great, an immeasurable kindness, if you will allow me to make this restitution.”

She shook her head.

“If my forgiveness is of any value to you, Lord Arranmore,” she said, “you may have it.  But I cannot accept the money.”

“You have consulted no one?”

“No one.”

You have a guardian or friends?

“I have been living with my uncle, Mr. Bullsom.  He has been very kind to me, and I have—­”

“Mary!”

They both turned round.  Selina and Mr. Bullsom had issued from the shop before which they stood, Both were looking at Lord Arranmore with curiosity, in Selina’s case mixed with suspicion.

“Is this your uncle?” he asked.  “Will you introduce me?”

Mary bit her lip.

“Uncle, this is Lord Arranmore,” she said.  “Mr. Bullsom, my cousin, Miss Bullsom.”

Mr. Bullsom retained presence of mind enough to remove a new and very shiny silk hat, and to extend a yellow, dog-skinned gloved hand.

“Very proud to meet your lordship,” he declared.  “I—­I wasn’t aware—­”

Lord Arranmore extricated his hand from a somewhat close grasp, and bowed to Selina.