The voice of command came forth from the bath-chair.
“George,” it said, “have you noticed the tulips?”
“No,” said George; “where are they?”
He looked down at his feet to see if he had trodden upon them.
“Burden,” said the old lady, “take the Dook across the road to see the tulips.”
Somewhat reluctantly, it must be confessed, his grace permitted himself to be conducted by Ponto and the faithful gentlewoman over the way to inspect these specimens of British horticulture.
“Cheriton,” said Caroline Crewkerne, “to-morrow you must take my niece to view the National Gallery.”
“That will be too sweet,” said Miss Perry.
Cheriton bestowed upon his old friend and adversary a look of wariness tempered with gratitude.