“Quite so. Never had one here, I suppose?”
“No, sir. We’re pretty well looked after in here.”
“Like one?” asked Deane.
“Beg pardon, sir. Ha-ha. No, sir.”
“Because I want one.”
“You—beg pardon, sir?”
“Look here, Painter. I’ll drop in here after dinner for some coffee. I want to talk to you. See? Not a word to the General.”
“Glad to see you, Sir Roger, but——”
“All right. I’ll put you up to it. Here they come. Present me to Madame.”
They went away, haying; arranged with the Painters for luncheon and a private room on the next day but one.