The Marquis was silent for a moment. Probably no one in the world except Letitia knew how much it cost him to say the next few words.
"I will do so," he promised. "I will find an early opportunity of doing so. At the same time, in the absence of any more definite information, I prefer to retain my belief in their value."
Sylvia and David came strolling towards them. The former was looking almost distressed.
"Letitia dear, isn't it horrid!" she said. "I must go now! I promised Mrs. Medlingcourt that I'd be back to tea. She has some stupid people coming in. We've had such a wonderful game of croquet. I am quite sure I could make an expert of Mr. Thain in a very short time. Can I have my pony cart, please, Letitia? And what time shall I come on Thursday?"
"We shall be ready for you any time you like," Letitia replied, "so please suit yourself."
They all strolled round to see her start. She looked a little wistfully at the vacant place in the governess' cart, as she took her seat.
"I can't drop you at Broomleys gate, can I, Mr. Thain?" she asked.
He shook his head smilingly.
"I should never dare to face your pony again," he declared. "Bring your father over to see me, and we'll mark out a croquet court at Broomleys."
"We'll come," she promised.