“No.”
“I feared he might be there. I could not sit at the same board with him. But didn’t he come here to say something about that?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“He claimed that he came to warn me.”
“Of what?”
“A fresh plot against me.”
“Morgan warning you of a plot! The heavens will fall next!”
“He thinks he has scented a plot to do something at the dinner, but he does not know what that something is.”
“Little good the warning will do you!”