“I want to see Mr. Lawrie most particularly on a private matter.”
“Ye cannot see him.”
“I must.”
“What name?”
“Folyat. Mr. Frederic Folyat.”
“I’ll see.”
The door was closed to and Frederic, left with the cat, stood trying to quiet the omen at his heart. A very pale young man came through the gate and walked up the asphalt path and came into the porch. He looked at Frederic shyly and stood as far away from him as possible. There was an awkward moment until he said:
“Have you rung?”
“Yes.”