"Oh, hurry, then! Denis, take him to your room."
"There's the scullery sink. I saw a bit of saffron-hued soap there, and a beautiful brush in a pail. Come on, old chap."
Ted glanced frowningly at Nell and then at Denis.
"Don't you come. I can find it."
Denis nodded.
"All right."
Ted left the room.
"What a good thing you thought of coming here for him," observed Nell, politely.
"Yes."
"Mrs. Lancaster's well, I hope?" said Denis, cheerfully.