She made a rush for him, and he ran out of the room.
He found Lord Chetwode, as usual, in the green library, not reading the newspapers, and reposefully smoking. Savile accepted a cigarette and sat down.
"Thought you were going out?" said Savile.
"Yes, so did I. But why go out? It's all right here. Besides, I am going out. No hurry."
"Good," said Savile, and they smoked in silence.
"You're not stopping in town long, are you?" said Savile.
"No, old boy. Season's beginning. I hate London. I'm going week-ending next Saturday."
"And you won't come back?"
"I shall probably stop ten days."
"I've got something to say to you," said Savile.