CHAPTER 17AT LAST
“We had better let the people clear off,” said Thorndyke, when the first greetings were over and we stood around Reuben in the fast-emptying court. “We don’t want a demonstration as we go out.”
“No; anything but that, just now,” replied Reuben. He still held Mrs. Hornby’s hand, and one arm was passed through that of his uncle, who wiped his eyes at intervals, though his face glowed with delight.
“I should like you to come and have a little quiet luncheon with me at my chambers—all of us friends together,” continued Thorndyke.
“I should be delighted,” said Reuben, “if the programme would include a satisfactory wash.”
“You will come, Anstey?” asked Thorndyke.
“What have you got for lunch?” demanded Anstey, who was now disrobed and in his right mind—that is to say, in
