"Sorry I can't shake hands." He held forth his free hand, unabashed, and it was very black.
"Come in here, will you?" Denis flung open the door of the drawing-room.
Ted deposited the coal scuttle in the hall and followed them. Then coldly came Miss Lancaster's voice:—
"Are you acting charades or what?"
"Neither," said Ted, "work—real, honest work, you know. Have you come to fetch me?"
"Yes. Your father wants you. He's starting for South Africa to-night."
"All right. I'll put on my coat."
Nell came in, very pink, very demure. The response to her greeting was very cold. She turned to Ted.
"I see you've filled the coal-box. Thanks so much."
"Governor wants me." Ted's face had grown grim, frowning.