Chapter Six
On going downstairs the next morning I found the other members of the house party sitting around the breakfast table in listless mood after the gaiety of the night before, a mood which I attributed partly to the rain pattering against the window. It seemed as though it had settled in solidly for the rest of the day and we spent the morning scattered about in various rooms of the house, each engaged in our own business. Sir Neville and Simon Gale went off to the study, while Mrs. Marchmont disappeared to write some letters and make a telephone-call. I soon recollected that I had one or two letters to write myself and returned to my room as soon as the maids had finished.
By lunch-time, however, the weather appeared to have cleared. It had stopped raining at least and there wer
