"Now where do you suggest?"
"Oh, anywhere different from London. Go on a cruise——"
"Adela's a bad sailor—wretched. I'm not very good myself."
They discussed places. Christopher was more than friendly. There had been occasions when he had been the stern family physician and had treated Lord John with some severity. Now there was implied a new comradeship as though they had passed through perils together and would have always between them in the future a strong bond of friendship.
John felt that the atmosphere at this moment was so friendly and comforting that he would not risk the disturbance of it.
He got up.
"Think I'll be going on, Roddy. Don't like leaving Adela alone. Rachel will be on her way here now, so I'll be getting back."
He was staying with Adela at a quiet little hotel in Dover Street.
"Well, good-bye for the moment, Christopher. Adela'd be very glad if you'd come in and see her. Come and have lunch with us to-morrow."
"Thanks, I will."