"Oh, yes, he will," Urquhart held. "Good-bye. Love to Lancelot."
That melted her. "Don't give us up. We are all your friends now."
He wouldn't have it. "No. I am a neck-or-nothing man. It can't be. There's no cake in the cupboard. I've eaten it. Send Vera in if you see her about. Good-bye." She left him.
She went through the hall, with a word to Vera, who was writing letters there. "He asked for you."
Vera looked up at her. "He's excited, I suppose?"
"No, not now," said Lucy. Then she went into the sitting-room and saw the party at tea on the balcony. James paused in his careful occupations, and focussed her with his eyeglass. She went quickly to the table.
"Oh, let me do it, let me." And then she sighed deeply.
"Hulloa," said James, knowing very well. "What's up?"
She poured the tea. "Only that I'm glad to be here."