“And you’ll come?”
“Rather! When do you start?”
“Some servants are going up to-day,” she replied, “and I think we shall go with them by the midnight train. Poor dad is being so worried. We’d like you to come to-morrow, or as soon as you can. And there’s just one thing more. Except for your own people here, dad would like you not to mention where you are going. He wants a little peace, poor man.”
“I won’t tell a soul except my secretary,” Jacob promised.
“Not even Jack,” Lady Mary persisted.
“Very well. Not even Lord Felixstowe.”
She rose, and he escorted her to the door.
“It’s going to be such an adventure,” she whispered, with a parting look.
Jacob called Dauncey into the office.