“Was it in the papers this morning?” asked the latter.
Mr. Stewart took the Morning Post from the sofa.
“It is only announced that the Court will leave Windsor to-day. They are expected at Balmoral on Wednesday, not Tuesday, you see. It does not give their movements for to-day.”
Mr. Medingway was looking out of the window.
“They have got to the staircase,” he said. “And she is getting out. Are we—is anyone going in afterwards?”
“I believe not. It is to be absolutely quiet, and strictly incognito. They leave again by the 4.35.”
“An interesting, a unique occasion,” said Medingway.
“Yes; the Babe takes it all so easily. I wish I had been able to have him to lunch last week.”
Mr. Medingway smiled, and helped himself to a slice of galantine.
“They wouldn’t perhaps take a cup of tea before going—”