“Lunch for eight,” said Deane. “At least, General, I thought we might ask our friends from the European.”
“Yes—and young Laing.”
“Oh, I forgot him. Yes, Laing, of course. For nine—neuf, you know, please, madame.”
“That’s all right,” said the General, “I’m glad to do him a turn.”
“Yes, that’s all right,” assented Sir Roger, with the slightest possible chuckle. “We shall have a jolly lunch, eh, General?”
CHAPTER XII. — ANOTHER!
“I shall never, never forgot your generosity, John.”
“No, Mary. It was your honesty and courage that did it.”