'I have not that pleasure.'
Bobby looked at True apprehensively, and True said hastily:
'He's afraid Margot will come in and find you here. She'll be coming in with our tea soon, and she said Miss Robsart was a burglar. Margot thinks everybody is a burglar in London!'
Mr. Egerton got up from his chair, and pretended to be seized with a fit of trembling.
'Can you hide me anywhere? I'm so frightened of her. Tell me if you hear her coming.'
'Oh, let's hide him, True! It will be such fun. I hear her thumping downstairs. Oh, where shall we put him?'
True looked wildly round the room.
'There are no big cupboards. Under the table, quick! Quick, or she'll see you!'
'I'm afraid I couldn't crumple up small enough,' said Mr. Egerton, looking at his long legs and the small round table in front of him.
'Behind the door!' cried Bobby. 'Oh, make haste; she's coming!'