Be good enough to attend to this matter. Lord Pembury was not drunk and so should not be convicted. Call me if you think it advisable.
Larch.
“Take that to Forsyth,” he said. “And dine with me here to-night.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Father and son understood each other perfectly.
The latter went his way and duly surrendered to his bail at eleven o’clock.
Evidence of arrest was given, and then, at Forsyth’s request, the case was adjourned.
Some evening papers gave much prominence to the affair. So did some morning papers of the following day. Down in Somerset, with the Fairies, Lady Elizabeth Crecy never saw the reports. Out of regard for her, none of the house-party drew her attention to them. It was known that she and Pembury were very old friends.
As for Pembury himself, the man prayed hourly that, ere the news reached her, the case would be over and done. She was not a reader of news-sheets: she was well out of Town; that anyone would inform her was most unlikely. Of course, she would know one day, but, with luck, not until it was . . . too late . . . with luck. . . .