Pagett winced. He is such a respectable fellow that his appearance is pain and tribulation to him.
“But what will you do about your correspondence and the notes for your speeches, Sir Eustace?”
“I shall manage,” I said airily.
“Your private car is to be attached to the eleven-o’clock train to-morrow, Wednesday, morning,” Pagett continued. “I have made all arrangements. Is Mrs. Blair taking a maid with her?”
“Mrs. Blair?” I gasped.
“She tells me you offered her a place.”
So I did, now I come to think of it. On the night of the Fancy Dress ball. I even urged her to come. But I never thought she would! Delightful as she is, I do not know that I want Mrs. Blair’s society all the way to Rhodesia and back. Women require such a lot of attention. And they are confoundedly in the way sometimes.
“Have I asked any one else?” I said nervously. One does these things in moments of expansion.
“Mrs. Blair seemed to think you had asked Colonel Race as well.”
I groaned.