“I don’t know if I ever told you of that very pleasant day I once spent at Sandringham.”
“Yes, you told me about it yesterday,” said the Babe brutally.
“I suppose they are all up in Scotland now,” said Stewart.
“No, the Queen is at Windsor for a day or two,” said the Babe. “She goes up early next week. Will you have a sole?”
“Thanks—not a whole one. I asked because I saw you had a letter here from Windsor.”
The Babe looked up quickly and just changed colour—he could do it quite naturally—and picked up his letters.
“Yes, it’s from my cousin,” he said. “She’s in waiting, just now.”
“Lady Julia?”
“Yes. Apparently they are not going straight up.”