Someone fumbled at the handle of the door, and Tony, followed by William, appeared on the threshold.
Hugo Tancred opened his eyes. "Hullo!" he said. "Do you remember me, young shaver?"
Tony came into the room holding out his hand. "How do you do?" he said solemnly.
Hugo took it and stared at his son with strange glazed eyes. "You look fit enough, anyhow," he said, and dropped the little hand.
"I came as quick as I could," Tony said eagerly to Jan. "But Mr. Dauncey caught a trout, and I had to wait a minute."
"Good heavens!" Hugo exclaimed irritably. "Do you all still think and talk about nothing but fishing?"
"Come," said Jan, holding out her hand to Tony, "and we'll go and see about some breakfast for Daddie."
William, who had been sniffing dubiously at the man in the chair, dashed after them.
As they crossed the hall Tony remarked philosophically: "Daddie's got fever. He'll be very cross, then he'll be very sad, and then he'll want you to give him something, and if you do—p'raps he'll go away."
Jan made no answer.