“Thank you, my boy—thank you, Simpkins. I’ll talk to you another time. But, you see, I’m quite clear and well now.”
“Yes, Sir Hilton—thank goodness!” said the trainer, hoarsely.
“Then, now, you had better have a glass of something and drive—What’s that?”
“Wheels, uncle. There goes the gate.”
The click, click, click came very plainly, and the next minute there were the steps of Jane and Mark in the hall.
“Stop a moment,” cried Sir Hilton. “What is it? Who is it come?”
“Her ladyship, I think, Sir Hilton,” cried Jane.
“What! I thought she was at home.”
“No, sir. She went to Tilborough after you.”
“Uncle,” cried Syd, “whatever shall we say?”