"Thank God, I have you, Toby!" she said.
"What a fool Kit is!" said Toby thoughtfully. "There are hundreds of people there, as Mrs. Murchison says. Telegraph for Jack, mother," he said suddenly.
Lady Conybeare shook her head.
"We have no right, no reason to do that," she said. "Toby, take the thing in hand. Do your best."
Toby looked out of the window and hit an imaginary opponent with his closed fist.
"Perhaps we could manage something," he said. "Don't say a word to Lily, mother, or to Mrs. Murchison."
Lady Conybeare smiled rather bitterly.
"Nor wash my dirty linen in public," she said. "Is that my habit, dear?"
Toby got up and kissed his mother lightly on the forehead.
"I'll do my best," he said.