"You want feeding up, that I can see," she remarked with emphasis, "eggs and milk,—and early hours."
"There's dinner," exclaimed her husband, "come along with me, Geoffrey, and wash your hands in my room; your own will be ready in a brace of shakes. Where's your luggage?"
"I've very little, but that's at the station, most of my kit is still here."
"That's all right. Anthony can get it out, and unpack."
"Oh, I did not bring him down with me, but I'll wire for him to-morrow."
(He had left Anthony at Kartairi by the advice of Mrs. Bourne, who said:
"I believe that you will come to the end of the mystery this time, and if so, you don't want to take the whole bazaar into your confidence. I am aware of Smiler's good qualities—but I would not trust him with a family secret, till you know all about it first.")
"I expect you are starving," said Fan to Geoffrey, as he entered, and occupied his old place.
"Yes, famishing. I had breakfast at ten o'clock at Jollapett."
"Then you must have got in at four!" said Nancy, "But why didn't you come up at once?—where have you been?" In Geoffrey's opinion this was Nancy's one shortcoming, her mental eye was extraordinarily penetrating,—she was much too sharp.