The next morning Peter was early in the breakfast room. Only Lady Mary was there. She was looking for weather at the window.
"Let me get you some breakfast," said Peter, after they had greeted.
"Not for the world," she answered, lifting lids at a side table. "I love breakfast. It's the only time when food seems to matter. I wouldn't think of letting anybody choose my breakfast."
"There, at any rate, we agree," said Peter.
"Do you like breakfast, too?"
"It's an Oxford habit."
"Then you haven't given up Oxford altogether?" said Lady Mary, speaking as one who had heard something.
"Do you know all about me, like everybody else?"
Peter groaned.
"Of course. You don't know how famous you are. Everybody knows you were sent down from Gamaliel for being a Socialist."