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 Harold was uncertain whether to tell Drains that he had met the Duke, but Drains saved him the trouble. As he brought in Harold's coffee one morning, the man remarked:

I saw my old master yesterday, sir.

The Duke. . . Yes, I know. I've met him. He isn't a bit the sort you described.

Drains raised his eyebrows.

I described the Duke! he exclaimed. I told you that I had been in his employ, sir, but I scarcely permitted myself to go further.

You told me why you had left him, dared Harold.

Drains's face had regained its customary imperturbability.

I cannot, of course, contradict you, sir, but I assure you, sir, that you are labouring under some misapprehension. I could never have discussed the affairs of the Duke. He is a fine gentleman, sir.

Well, for once we agree, said Harold, and he began to wonder if he had misjudged Drains.