XIMr. and Miss Masterman were the first of Gregory Porlock’s guests to arrive for the week-end. They were rather better than their word, for having said that they would aim at four o’clock, they actually entered the hall at the Grange as the clock struck half past three.
Gregory Porlock came to meet them with a good deal of warmth.
“My dear Miss Masterman! Now what would you like to do—a little rest before tea? Do you know, I think that would be the thing for you, and your brother and I can get our business over before anyone else arrives. That will suit you, Masterman, won’t it? ... All right then. Gladys, will you take Miss Masterman upstairs and see she has everything she wants.” His genial laugh rang out. “I’m afraid that would be rather a tall order for some of us—eh, Masterman?”
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