"You don't know anything about it. You slept like a log all the way," Ellerdine said.
"Easy conscience," answered the lady, beginning her breakfast with great satisfaction.
"You didn't get on the wrong train," said Ellerdine meaningly.
Collingwood put down his fish-fork. The long strain to which his nerves had been subjected, the irritation which he had so well suppressed until now, had its way with him and burst out.
"Oh, damn it!" he said, "you two make me tired. Do shut up about the wrong train. Let's have our breakfast in peace."
Lord Ellerdine busied himself with his mushrooms. "I wish I had a hide as thick as yours, Colling, old man," he said. "You do take things smoothly. Look at him, Alice—eating away as if he was on his honeymoon!"
Collingwood glared at his vis-à-vis. "Honeymoon!" he said.
"He doesn't care a fig about getting us into this mess. What excellent bacon they have here!" Lord Ellerdine went on.
Again Collingwood got the better of his rising temper. "Oh, you'll be all right, Dicky," he said, "when we get to St. Moritz to-morrow."
"We're not going," Lady Attwill said shortly.