The butler bowed gravely, and escorted Colwyn upstairs to his bedroom.
"This is your room, sir. I hope you will be comfortable."
"I feel sure that I shall," replied Colwyn, with a glance round the large handsome apartment.
"Your dressing-room opens off it, sir."
"Thank you. Good night."
"Good night, sir." The butler turned hesitatingly towards the door, as though he wished for some excuse to linger, but could think of nothing to justify such a course. He walked out of the room into the passage, and then turned suddenly, the light through the open doorway falling on his sharpened old features and watchful eyes.
"What is it? Do you wish to speak to me?" said Colwyn, with his pleasant smile.
A look of perplexity and doubt passed over the butler's face as he paused irresolutely in the doorway.
"I merely wished to ask, sir, if there is anything else I can get for you before I go."
His face had resumed its wonted impassivity, and the words came promptly, but Colwyn knew it was not the answer he had intended to make.