CHAPTER TEN
Hamilton Beamish strolled out into the hall. Something attempted, something done, had earned a cigarette. He was just lighting one, when there was a grinding of wheels on the gravel, and through the open door he saw Madame Eulalie alighting from a red two-seater car. He skipped joyously to meet her.
"So you managed to come after all!"
Madame Eulalie shook his hand with that brisk amiability which was one of her main charms.
"Yes. But I've got to turn right round and go back again. I've three appointments this afternoon. I suppose you're staying on for the wedding?"
"I had intended to. I promised George I would be his best man."
"That's a pity. I could have driven you back."
"Oh, I can easily cancel the thing," said Hamilton Beamish quickly. "In fact, I will, directly Geo
