‘Who’s that?’
‘It’s only me, Toppin.’
‘What do you want?’
‘I come to hear the music.’
‘What do you mean by comin’ in without askin’? Have you cleaned yourself up?’
‘Not partic’lar.’
‘Then clear out! I’ve got visitors. Wait till you’re sent for.’
XXIX
They had tea in Hartopp’s room. Lord Glendover came in to inquire after Dwala’s health, which had been visibly failing the last few days.
‘We’ve cleared the last obstacle now,’ said Lady Wyse, marching up and down the room. ‘To-morrow Dwala will step into the Premiership. Hooray for the new Premier!’