Then Jane’s voice: “I don’t understand what you say. Stop rubbing the matting with your nose. I want your master.” Then an octave higher, “Richard!”
“Hullo!” cried Leslie, leaning on his elbow, and scarcely able to credit his ears.
“Oh, you are there! Come down at once, I must speak to you. Quick!”
“What on earth has happened?”
“All sorts of things.”
“I’ll be down in two minutes, but for goodness sake tell me what is the matter.”
“Can I speak without any one understanding?”
“Oh, that’s all right.”
“Well, then, George has bolted.”
“George has what?”