“Any respect,” said Rose impatiently. “If he’s appointed by the child’s father’s will, I mean.”
“Felix, bring me Whittaker’s Almanac,” commanded Millar.
“Oh, will it be there? I never thought of that. It might tell me a lot of things. May I have it?”
“Certainly. If I can be of any assistance——?”
“No, no, I know you’re busy.”
Rose snatched the volume from the hands of Felix Menebees and took it away.
That night she asked Cecil, who was awake and restless when she came to bed:
“Wouldn’t you like to come right away with Mummie somewhere?”
“Away from here?” Cecil asked eagerly. “I’d like to, Mummie. It’s dull here, isn’t it?”
“Poor darling! But you did enjoy the Zoo, and going on the tops of the ’buses, you know.”