"Then it's something out of The Telephone Girl or something. Do tell us what it is. I hate these musical mysteries."
"It's not a mystery at all. It's Home sweet Home," said Savile.
They tried to persuade him to join them, but he walked off.
"Delightful boy," said Bertie, after a moment. "So correct. I'm sure he's the person at home, and spoilt, and does what he likes with them all, doesn't he? Of course, he's the person to be friends with if you want anything fixed up! Well, here we are at Onslow Square. It was jolly seeing you again. You must come for another longer spin soon. Isn't Mervyn a good chap? He's so really distinguished that it wouldn't ever matter what he wore, or where he went, or when. And you'd never dream he was an actor, would you?"
"Not unless you saw him act," said Woodville, getting out.
CHAPTER VII
THE NIGHT OF THE PARTY
Sir James was in one of those heroic moods that were peculiarly alarming to his valet. He was so abnormally good-tempered, and seemed so exceedingly elated about something, that it was probable he might suddenly, in Price's pathetic phrase, turn off nasty, or fly out.