“Jove!” said the latter, “what out-of-the-way place, Trevor. Thought never get here.”
A sharp sniff drew his attention to Mrs Lloyd, who stood with her husband just inside the door.
“Not bad,” said Vanleigh, superciliously.
“Ah, you’ll like it when you’ve been down a day or two,” said Trevor. “I’m heartily glad to see you both.”
“Thanks,” said Vanleigh, as his host led the way into the hall. “Ah, quite mediaeval.”
“Mrs Lloyd, you’ve got the oak room ready for Captain Vanleigh?” said Trevor.
“No, Master Dick, I’ve ordered the blue room for him.”
Trevor’s brow clouded, but he only bit his lip.
“Then you’ve arranged that Sir Felix shall have the oak room?”
“No, Master—sir,” she said, correcting herself in a very stately way, “Sir Felix will sleep in the chintz chamber.”