"No, of course she can't. And oh, Tommy, I have missed you! Are you at Golden Square to-night?"
"Yes. Coming to supper?"
"I think so. Good-bye, you darling little boy."
After he had closed the door, Tommy pounded on it until she opened it.
"I say, Bicky, what happens to ambassadors who fail in their missions?" he asked, winking delightedly.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Yellow Dog Papillon lay asleep on the Chesterfield in Joyselle's room. He was dreaming an enchanting dream about a particularly aromatic bone that he found in a dust-bin—a ham-bone slashed by a careless hand and cast away before all meat had been removed from it—a bone for which any dog would have risked much.
So it was tiresome to be awakened by a sound of low voices.
Opening one eye warily Yellow Dog Papillon looked up and saw something he had of late seen several times, his beloved master standing by the Girl Who Had Sometimes Just Come from a Cat.