Jones had had enough of that house.
“Thanks,” said he, “but I think I’ll be getting back. I want a walk. You’ll find me at Carlton House Terrace where we can finish up this business. It’s a weight off my mind now everything is over—whew! I can tell you I’m hungry for the States.”
He rose and took his hat which he had placed on the floor, nodded to the Duke of Melford and turned to the door.
Simms was standing in front of the door.
“Excuse me,” said Simms, “but I would not advise you to go out in your condition, much better stay here till your nerves have recovered.”
Jones stared at him.
“My nerves are all right,” said he.
“Don’t, my dear fellow,” said Cavendish.
Jones turned and looked at him, then turned again to the door.
Simms was barring the way still.