Peter and Marbury paused at the open side of the hut, turned, as always, towards the sun. Marbury, before they reached Lord Haversham, had time to tell Peter that his uncle did not like his health to be talked about.
"What is the programme?" Haversham asked as they came up.
"Eight meetings to-day, Uncle."
Haversham tapped the paper he was holding:
"You've seen Jordan's latest?"
"We were talking about it," said Marbury.
"What are you going to do?" asked Haversham.
"Peter suggests we should post the constituency with a schedule of your stock on the home-farm."
Peter glowered at Marbury, but a moment after felt amiably foolish under Haversham's kind inspection.
"You don't expect me to believe that, Tony," said Haversham. "But, seriously, don't let your agent do anything of the kind. He'll probably suggest it."