"We've had a capital journey down, haven't we, Cecily? And I'm awfully hungry. What time is it?"
Mason was rubbing his hands in the doorway.
"Dinner's ordered at eight, sir," said he.
"And it's half-past seven now. Just time to wash our hands. No dress to-night, you know."
"I'll go to my room," said Cecily. "Will you come with me, Mina?"
A glance from Harry made the Imp excuse herself. "I'll keep Mr Neeld company," she said.
Cecily turned to her husband. She smiled and blushed a little.
"I'll take you as far as your room," said he.
Mina and Neeld watched them go upstairs; then each dropped into a chair in the hall. Mason passed by, chuckling to himself; Neeld looked harmless, and he dared to speak to him.
"Well, this is the next best thing to Mr Harry coming back to his own, sir," said he.