“Yes?”
“I should like to work with you.”
He exclaimed gaily:
“Almost am I tempted. Well, I will talk with Lady Selina, the sooner the better.”
“I wish you all luck.” She hesitated; a warmer tint suffused her cheeks, as she added warningly: “Be—diplomatic.”
As the word left her lips, Stimson entered.
“Her ladyship’s compliments, Dr. Pawley, and she will join you in a minute.” He turned to Cicely: “My lady wishes to see you, Miss Chandos.”
Cicely vanished with Stimson. Grimshaw said emphatically:
“What a jolly girl.”
Pawley chuckled.