“Go into my dressing-room. I’ll be there in no time,” said Nancy.
Hester closed the bedroom door softly behind her.
“Adrian, dear, wake; you are wanted at once,” cried Nancy.
Rowton opened his eyes with a start.
“What is it?” he cried.
“Vickers wants you; I am afraid there is something wrong. Hester came to the door to call us; she looked so frightened.”
“Vickers wants me!” repeated Rowton. “I don’t know that there is anything to alarm one in that. I am afraid he must wait for a little, however. I feel much too sleepy to get out of bed at present.” He turned on his pillow as he spoke, and wrapped the bedclothes round him.
“But you really must get up, Adrian. Hester’s face looked positively terrified. I know there is something grave the matter.”
Somewhat unwillingly Rowton sat up in bed, yawning as he did so.