XIX: The Duke GoesWhen Guerchard joined the Duke in the drawing–room, he had lost his calm air and was looking more than a little nervous. He moved about the room uneasily, fingering the bric–a–brac, glancing at the Duke and looking quickly away from him again. Then he came to a standstill on the hearth–rug with his back to the fireplace.
"Do you think it's quite safe to stand there, at least with your back to the hearth? If Lupin dropped through that opening suddenly, he'd catch you from behind before you could wink twice," said the Duke, in a tone of remonstrance.
"There would always be your Grace to come to my rescue," said Guerchard; and there was an ambiguous note in his voice, while his piercing eyes now rested fixed on the Duke's face. They seemed never to leave it; they explored,
