“I know. I asked him, but he won’t listen. He’s just off his head.... Says Douglas has got the whole household trying to work a ghost on him. I tell you—he’s off his nut.”
Husband and wife looked at each other....
“Of course if Douglas didn’t mind just going off to oblige me,” said Sir Peter at last....
“It might calm him,” he explained.... “You see, it’s all so infernally awkward....”
“Is he back in his room?”
“Yes. Waiting for me to decide about Douglas. Walking up and down.”
For a little while their minds remained prostrate and inactive.
“I’d been so looking forward to the lunch,” she said with a joyless smile. “The county—”
She could not go on.
“You know,” said Sir Peter, “one thing,—I’ll see to it myself. I won’t have him have a single drop of liquor more. If we have to search his room.”