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Very much to his own surprise, Matresser himself caught some of that infectious spirit of exhilaration which seemed to be animating the great crowds who mounted the magnificent staircase of Tring House, made their bow to Sir Francis and Lady Tring, and passed on into the suites of rapidly filling rooms. He paid his respects for the second time that evening to his hostess, only to find himself detained by a whisper from Sir Francis.
"Do you mind standing by for a minute or two?" the latter begged. "Anywhere behind us. You must know some of these people. There's your pal, Besserley. Talk to him for a time. It won't be for more than a few minutes."