The only Russian princess I ever knew called herself
Zabrisky. You may have seen her. She used to do a dive from the roof
of the Aquarium."
Sir Andrew, with a snort of indignation, fronted the young Solicitor.
"And I suppose yours was a cock-and-bull story, too," he said. "Of
course, it must have been, since Lord Chetney is not dead. But don't
tell me," he protested, "that you are not Chudleigh's son either."
"I'm sorry," said the youngest member, smiling, in some
embarrassment, "but my name is not Chudleigh. I assure you, though,
that I know the family very well, and that I am on very good terms
with them."
"You should be!" exclaimed the Baronet; "and, judging from the
liberties you take with the Chetneys, you had better be on very good
terms with them, too."
The young man leaned back and glanced toward the servants at the far
end of the room.
"It has been so long since I have been in the Club," he said, "that I
doubt if even the waiters remember me. Perhaps Joseph may," he added.
"Joseph!" he called, and at the word a servant stepped briskly
forward.
The young man pointed to the stuffed head of a great lion which was
suspended above the fireplace.
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