"That remark rather loses its force with me, because I know something about them. When did you take your feed—'horse'?"
"Sir Bryan! I eat with nurse."
"Oh! I know the sort of meals. You're dressed. Have you been out?"
"N—no."
"Just going then?"
Fenella blushed, but did not reveal the pious fraud.
"I've got the big car outside," said Lumsden. "Care to come for a run till tea?"
The suggestion had its attractions.
"I must run upstairs first. You don't mind waiting a minute?"
Nurse not only gave permission, but a little straight hygienic talk she had been saving up, too professional to be repeated here. Fenella took her seat almost with a feeling of duty done. Bryan ordered the chauffeur into the back and took the wheel himself.