"I came down to fetch Ferris, my butler, as a witness, but fortunately you have returned in time. Though why you were not back half an hour ago I cannot understand."
"But I was telling you. I dallied with a mouthful of Julienne...."
"Be quiet!"
Lord Hunstanton followed her, puzzled. He could not understand what seemed to him a morbid distaste on his companion's part to touch on the topic of food. They came out on the roof, and Mrs. Waddington, raising a silent and beckoning finger, moved on tip-toe towards the sleeping-porch.
"Now what?" inquired his lordship, as they paused before the door.
Mrs. Waddington rapped upon the panel.
"George Finch!"
Complete silence followed the words.
"George Finch!"
"George Finch!" echoed his lordship, conscious of his responsibilities as a chorus.