“Home!” gasped Mr. Collings. “But, my dear little Diana. If by ‘home’ you mean England and not—er——”
“Heaven,” suggested Mr. Cathcart.
“I mean England, of course I mean England. I am going to stay with my cousin, Gordon Selsbury.”
Mr. Collings scratched his nose.
“An elderly person, of course?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged her indifference.
“Married, er——?”
“I suppose so. If he’s nice. All the nice men are married—present company excepted.”
Mr. Collings was a bachelor and could afford to laugh very heartily. Mr. Cathcart, on the other hand, was married and was not even amused.
“You have cabled and written, of course: there is no objection to your going to—er—Mr. Selsbury’s?”