Pryce made a quick sign with his left hand. The King nodded and turned to Lechworthy. “Come with me,” he said. “We can do nothing more here for the present.”
A little surprised, Lechworthy looked at Hilda. “Yes, that’s right,” she said. “If I should want you, I’ll send; but I’ve got Tiva and Ioia, you know, and servants besides.”
“I’m not going to bed,” said Lechworthy when they were outside the room. “Who knows? I might be wanted. And I shall sleep in a chair all right—or anywhere. I’m done.”
“A chair will be good enough for me,” said the King.
They sat down in the verandah in the warm sun. Lechworthy, perhaps for the first time in his life, filled and lit a pipe in the morning.
“You see it all, I suppose,” said the King.
“See what?”
“Those two—in there.”
“Hilda and Pryce? You don’t mean—?”