The little troubled look passed from Elizabeth's face. Her eyes twinkled.
'You're really feeling happy?'
'Tremendously.'
'Then let me damp you. We're in an awful fix!'
'What! In what way?'
'About the monkey.'
'Has he escaped?'
'That's the trouble—he hasn't.'
'I don't understand.'
'Come and sit down and I'll tell you. It's a shame to keep you standing after your walk.'