“And what,” said Nicholas, “is it to do with you? Why don’t you let him—Hullo, he’s cleared.”
Labotte swung round. Then he spread out his hands.
“Ov gourse ’e ’as gorn,” he cried. “Eet ees you wot ’ave drive ’im away. ’E ’as say ’e is nod to be seen, an’ then you mus’ . . .”
Here a nice-looking man with a merry eye was ushered into the room.
As he stepped forward—
“Hullo, Berry,” said Nicholas, taking his hand. “Nice of you to come up.”
“Yes, isn’t it touching?” said Berry.
Nicholas turned to Susan, staring, big-eyed.
“This, dear, is Major Pleydell—a very old friend. Berry, this is Susan—Miss Susan Crail. She’s just promised to be my wife.”
Berry Pleydell smiled. Then he took Susan’s hand.