He pulled her close and ruffled her hair. He was in high spirits again. His encounters with the servants had exhilarated him.
'Who's my duddely-umpty little girl?' he asked. 'Tell me who's my duddely-umpty little girl. Quick. Tell me——' And he caught her round the waist and jumped her up and down.
Chesterton, bringing in the tea, arrived in the middle of a jump.
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There appeared to be no tea-table. Chesterton, her arms stretched taut holding the heavy tray, looked round. Evidently tea up there wasn't usual.
'Put it in the window,' said Wemyss, jerking his head towards the writing-table.
'Oh——' began Lucy quickly; and stopped.
'What's the matter?' asked Wemyss.
'Won't it—be draughty?'