"Everyone is engaged now," he said. "It is hopeless trying to get people in August. Oh, I heard from Kit this morning," he added, by rather an ingenious afterthought. "She asked me to come down to Goring in September."
"Was that all she said?" asked Toby.
"Oh, you know what Kit's letters are like," said he. "A delicious sort of hash of all that has happened to everybody."
Toby paused a moment. God was good.
"She didn't happen to say by what train she was going to arrive to-morrow?" he asked.
Lord Comber made a little impatient gesture, admirably spontaneous. He had often used it before.
"Oh, how angry Kit will be!" he said. "She told me particularly not to tell anybody. How did you know, Toby?"
"She wrote to my mother some days ago declining her invitation to come to the cottage," he said. "Also the thing was discussed at length in my presence. There was no question of concealment. I remember you asked if you might come too, and she said no."
Lord Comber laughed, quite as if he was not annoyed.
"Yes, I remember," he said. "What fun Kit was that night! It was at the Haslemeres', wasn't it? I never saw her in such form."