“It will be a bad night,” he said sadly. “Ah, well, I must bear it like a man! Let’s see if I can eat some dinner.”
He crossed to the bell and rang.
The old butler answered the summons at once.
“Let us have the dinner at once, Grant.”
“Yes, sir. Everything is quite ready, sir,” said the old butler, with his eyes full of sympathy for his master in his time of trouble.
“Are those—those people in the kitchen, Grant?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Treat them respectfully and well, Grant. I wish it to be so.”
“Yes, sir.”
The butler was retiring, when Kenneth’s step was heard coming hastily along, and, as he burst into the room,—