That young gentleman was far too anxious and flurried himself, to have sufficient detachment of mind to consider the moods of other people. 'At last!' he said, stopping short as soon as he caught sight of Stonor.
'Don't speak loud, please,' said Miss Dunbarton; 'some one is resting in the next room.'
'Oh, did you find your grandfather worse?'—but he never waited to learn. 'You'll forgive the incursion when you hear'—he turned abruptly to Stonor again. 'They've been telegraphing you all over London,' he said, putting his hat down in the nearest chair. 'In sheer despair they set me on your track.'
'Who did?'
Farnborough was fumbling agitatedly in his breast-pocket. 'There was the devil to pay at Dutfield last night. The Liberal chap tore down from London, and took over your meeting.'
'Oh? Nothing about it in the Sunday paper I saw.'
'Wait till you see the press to-morrow! There was a great rally, and the beggar made a rousing speech.'
'What about?'
'Abolition of the Upper House.'
'They were at that when I was at Eton.' Stonor turned on his heel.