“Dr Granton!”
“At your service, Lady Lisle. I was in the neighbourhood, and rode over to see my dear old friend, but I am just off. I congratulate you. How well he looks!”
“I am glad you think so. But—you have only just come. Will you not stay? My husband must have a good deal to say to you.”
“We could talk for hours, my dear madam, but I must be going on.”
“You will stay to lunch?”
“Impossible. Most important business in the neighbourhood. Hilton has been most hospitable and refreshed me, and I really must be off—eh, Hilt?”
“Certainly.”
“The fact is, Lady Lisle, it is a question of money matters. Business connection with a bank.”
Lady Lisle bowed, and looked relieved.
“If you must go, then, Dr Granton—”