“That’s right, Freddie,” commented Douglas, contemptuously. “Have your principles, and act according! The stern, unbending Roman touch, eh?”
“Where’s Mrs. Caistor Scorton?” inquired Freddie.
He was evidently anxious to find a fresh auditor for this news.
“She was just finishing her breakfast when I came down,” volunteered Nina. “I think she’s gone out.”
Freddie was plainly disappointed by this information.
“She must have been down a good deal earlier than usual,” he grumbled. “Where’s Wraxall?”
“Not down yet,” said Douglas. “I expect the storm kept him awake like the rest of us, and he’s been putting in some extra sleep. He’ll be down later on.”
He glanced at the two girls, and all three rose.
“Well, ta-ta, Freddie. We’re leaving you in the best of company, so you’ll excuse us if we go.”
Freddie’s expression showed that he saw the irony without appreciating it.