“There will be no hurry,” Lucy answered. “I have already told Alice that we will catch the afternoon train and she is delighted that we can stay for luncheon.”
“Then that is settled. I will make arrangements to leave at about five.”
“I am sure you will enjoy the dinner.”
There was now a note in his wife’s voice that made Lord Wymonde stop in his tracks as he was moving towards the door.
He turned and walked back towards the bed.
“Mind you behave yourself in my absence,” he said. “If you ask me, Chale is far too familiar with you. If I have any trouble with him, I warn you that this will be the last time you will ever stay here!”
“George!”
Lucy’s exclamation was one of shock, horror and indignation.
“How can you say such things to me! As if I have behaved with anything but the great
