They knew exactly how to treat a gentleman and there were only just a few other people in the house. One was an old lady of ninety who had come to Brighton to die. One other, a young man like himself was seldom to be found anywhere except in The Chinese Pavilion.
Harry was waiting for the Duke and, when he appeared, he greeted him,
“Good morning, Theo. Have you changed your mind?”
“Certainly not!” the Duke retorted. “I gave my word and you know very well that you can rely on it.”
Harry’s eyes twinkled.
He was more than sure that the Duke had quarrelled with Lady Antonia last night, but he was, however, too tactful to mention it.
“Now what we have to decide,” he said in his most business-like manner, “is what you are to wear. It is unnecessary for me to tell you that you are much too
