"My luck's in," he shouted, gleefully. "Come on, Houston, full speed ahead. I want to see my horses again."
When the yacht reached Plymouth the whole party went ashore and traveled up to Clare.
"Yes," Houston admitted to Dorothy, "I can understand the appeal this sort of thing must have for anybody. It must be glorious here in summer. I suppose the deer look after themselves? Yes, it's a wonderful old place."
A week after their guests had left Tony and Dorothy followed them to London.
"Oh, by the way, Doodles," said Tony at Paddington, "I ought to have explained before, but I've got a little surprise for you. I had to sell one hundred and twenty-nine. I was offered a nailing good price."
"And where are we going to live?" she asked.
"Well, that's the surprise. You'll never guess. I've taken your old flat in Halfmoon Street."
Dorothy looked at Tony.
"You're not angry?" he asked.
"I think I'm past anger," she said, dully.