After he’d been in Vancouver for business, Mr. Fumer stopped in Vernon on his way home to Prince George, though we were in no way directly on the route, and rang our bell. When I answered, he said, “Miss Jüül! You are a sight for sore eyes, indeed.” I wished he had thought of something more original to say. He asked if the duke and I could come to the driveway, he had something to show us. Light gleamed off the curved hood of a new automobile and the duke recognized Mr. Fumer’s car as a 1923 Earl Roadster.
Mr. Fumer was delighted by the duke’s recognition. “Yes, an Earl! Named rather well, wouldn’t you say?” He looked at me. “I’m no duke, of course, but I’m happy to have a car I can pretend to be named in my honour.”
The duke rounded the car, stood with his hands on his hips, nodding, a
