"Andrew!" she said, "you've got to go after him."
He stared at her, first in extreme surprise, then with an exceedingly sophisticated smile.
"Thank you, I've got my business to attend to."
"You can go to the office first. There's a train about two."
"I'll not be on it," he replied.
"Some one's got to go and fetch him back."
"It won't be me."
She looked at him for a moment with an expression which did not interest him. He neither professed to understand women nor to think it worth while trying.
"Very well," she answered.
They went in to breakfast, but throughout the meal she never referred to Heriot again. Andrew flattered himself he had choked her off that subject.