Lord Meadowson, a sporting peer, who was one of Sir Timothy's few intimates, came over to the table. He paid his respects to the two ladies and Francis, and turned a little eagerly to Sir Timothy.
“Well?” he asked.
Sir Timothy nodded.
“We shall be quite prepared for you,” he said. “Better bring your cheque-book.”
“Capital!” the other exclaimed. “As I hadn't heard anything, I was beginning to wonder whether you would be ready with your end of the show.”
“There will be no hitch so far as we are concerned,” Sir Timothy assured him.
“More mysteries?” Margaret enquired, as Meadowson departed with a smile of satisfaction.
Her father shrugged his shoulders.
“Scarcely that,” he replied. “It is a little wager between Lord Meadowson and myself which is to be settled to-morrow.”
Lady Torrington, a fussy little woman, her hostess of the night before, on her way down the room stopped and shook hands with Lady Cynthia.