"I'm not singing anywhere for a week," laughed Diana. "So this orgy is quite legitimate." And she inhaled luxuriously. "Now, go on, Jerry, what plans of yours have been upset?"
"Well"—Jerry reddened—"I wrote to my governor the other day. It—it was to please Joan, you know."
Diana nodded, her grey eyes dancing.
"Of course," she said gravely, "I quite understand."
"And—and here's his answer!"
He opened his pocket-book, and extracting a letter from the bundle it contained, handed it to Diana.
"You mean you want me to read this?"
"Please."
Diana unfolded it, and read the following terse communication:—
"Come home and bring the lady. Am fattening the calf.—Your affectionate
Father."