Richard found his quarry in the library. 'Selwick!' The Honourable Miles Dorrington flung aside the news sheet he had been reading, leapt up from his chair and pounded his friend on the back. He then hastily reseated himself, looking slightly abashed at his unseemly display of affection. In a fit of temper, Richard's sister Henrietta had once referred irritably to Miles as 'that overeager sheepdog,' and there was something to be said for the description. With his sandy blond hair flopping into his face, and his brown eyes alight with good fellowship, Miles did bear a striking resemblance to the more amiable varieties of man's best friend. He was, in fact, Richard's best friend. They had been fast friends since their first days at Eton.