“Oh, but you are staying with us, I hope,” said Lady Shafthead.
“With one collar, a tweed suit, and no razors?”
“Can't you send for your things?” suggested Daisy.
And that is precisely what I did.
The next day the prodigal returned and had a long interview with his stern parent. At the end of it he joined me in the smoking-room.
“Well?” I asked.
“An armistice is declared,” said Dick. “For six months the matter is not to be mentioned.”
“And that is all?”
“All at present.”
“But six months, Dick! Can you wait?”