Lady Cantire. Then perhaps you will be good enough to enlighten us, Rupert?
Sir Rupert (driven into a corner). Why, 'pon my word, I'm bound to say that I'm just as much in the dark as anybody else, if it comes to that!
Spurrell (eagerly). But you wired me to come, sir! About a horse of yours! I've been wondering all the evening when you'd tell me I could go round and have a look at him. I'm here instead of Mr. Spavin—now do you understand, Sir Rupert? I'm the vet.
[Suppressed sensation.
Sir Rupert (to himself). This is devilish awkward! Don't quite know what to do. (Aloud.) To—to be sure you are! Of course! That's it, Rohesia! Mr. Spurrell came down to see a horse, and we shall be very glad to have the benefit of his opinion by and bye.
[He claps him amicably on the shoulder.
Lady Cantire (in a sepulchral tone). Albinia, I think I will go to bed.
[She withdraws.
"ALBINIA, I THINK I WILL GO TO BED."