'Is she here with you?' Jean stopped by the sofa near the window.
'No,' he said curtly. 'My place was nearer than this and she was tired. I left her to get some tea. We couldn't tell whether you'd be here, or what had become of you!'
'Mr. Trent got us a hansom.'
'Trent?'
'The chairman of the meeting.'
'Got us——?'
'Miss Levering and me.'
Stonor's incensed face turned almost brick colour as he repeated, 'Miss Lev——!'
Before he got the name out, the folding doors had opened again, and the butler was saying, 'Mr. Farnborough.'