"What I like about it is, it's retired--out of the world," said Lord
Crosland.
"It was just that recommended it to me."
A waiter came in, and cleared away the breakfast. Lord Crosland
admired the view; Sir Tancred lay back in his easy chair, gazing with
vacant, sombre eyes into the clear blue vault of the summer sky.
"I can't see why we shouldn't share these rooms for the season," said
Lord Crosland, when the waiter had gone with his tray. "We shall get
on all right; we always did at Vane's."
"Well," said Sir Tancred slowly, "I have a child, a boy, somewhere--I
don't know where. I've got to find him. I'm going to find him before
I do anything else."
"The deuce you have! Well, I'll be shot! To think that you're
married!"
"I was married when I said good-bye to you nearly three years ago,"
said Sir Tancred. "I was married to Pamela Vane."
"You were married to Miss Vane!" cried Lord Crosland. "But how--how on
earth did you manage it? It was impossible!"
"I committed that legal misdemeanour known as false entry," said Sir
Tancred coolly. "I added the necessary years to our ages."
"Oh, yes, that, of course," said Lord Crosland. "You wouldn't let an
informality of that kind stand in your way.
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