Tredwell. He is, Sir Rupert. I—I considered it my dooty not to allow him to leave the house, not feeling——
Sir Rupert. Quite right, Tredwell. I should have been most seriously annoyed if I had found that a guest we were all anxiously expecting had left the Court, owing to some fancied—— Where is he now?
Tredwell (faintly). In—in the Verney Chamber. Leastways——
Sir Rupert. Ah. (He glances at Spurrell.) Then where——? But that can be arranged. Go up and explain to Mr. Undershell that we have only this moment heard of his arrival; say we understand that he has been obliged to come by a later train, and that we shall be delighted to see him, just as he is.
Spurrell (to himself). He was worth looking at just as he was, when I saw him!
Pilliner (to himself). By a later train? Then, how the deuce did his clothes——? Oh, well, however it was, it don't concern me.
Tredwell. Very good, Sir Rupert. (To himself, as he departs.) If I'm not precious careful over this job, it may cost me my situation!
Spurrell. Sir Rupert, I've been thinking that, after what's occurred, it would probably be more satisfactory to all parties if I shifted my quarters, and—took my meals in the housekeeper's room.
[Lady Maisie and Lady Rhoda utter inarticulate protests.
Sir Rupert. My dear sir, not on any account—couldn't hear of it! My wife, I'm sure, will say the same.