“That’s right, old chap. Well, trot her out.”
Sir Hilton frowned.
“I beg your pardon, old man. Presuming on old brotherly acquaintance. I shall be glad to see her, though.”
“Of course, my dear boy; but the fact is, she is out.”
“She is? Hang it all, then, I’ve come at the right time. Have a day off with me at Tilborough, and we’ll dine afterwards at the hotel. We can get a snack of something.”
“No, no; you misunderstand me. My wife is only having a morning drive in the pony chaise. A little business in the village.”
“Oh, I see; Lady Bountiful—district visiting—buying curtsies of the old women, and that sort of thing.”
“Yes—er—exactly.”
“Ah! I’ve heard that Lady Lisle does a deal in that way. Takes the chair at charity meetings, eh? Primrose Dame, too?”
“Who told you that?”