"And that's all?" asked Nina, to whom Nibbetts had conveyed this inclusive personnel of the house-party.
"All at present," he answered. "There may be one or two more to-morrow for the week-end."
"You don't know who?"
"I don't know who. I'm sorry we can't offer you better sport. The prospective prey so far is neither numerous nor promising. In decency, you know, you must keep your paws off Wally."
He was a distant cousin of Kitty Bellingdown and understood the situation thoroughly.
"I hate that man," said Nina. "Long, black, sardonic creature!"
"That reminds me," said Nibbetts. "What's become of the hound?"
Mrs. Darling glanced back. "He's following. Would you mind driving a little slower. Tara's out of training."
"You'll be late for tea."
"Bother the tea!" she exclaimed. "I can't have the beast winded. My soldier of fortune would never forgive me."