“They won’t find their way here,” their hostess assured them calmly. “My deal, I believe.”
They played the hand in silence. At its conclusion, Wilhelmina leaned back in her chair and listened.
“You were right, Peggy,” she said, “they are all in the hall. I can hear your brother’s voice.”
Lady Peggy nodded.
“Sounds healthy, doesn’t it?”
Gilbert Deyes leaned across to the side table and helped himself to a cigarette.
“Healthy! I call it boisterous,” he declared. “Where have they all been?”
“Motoring somewhere,” Wilhelmina answered. “They none of them have any idea how to pass the time away until the first run.”
“Sport, my dear hostess,” Deyes remarked, “is the one thing which makes life in a country house almost unendurable.”