The footman hesitated on Peter’s inquiry. “Mr. D’Alloi is in, sir, but is having his afternoon nap, and we have orders he’s not to be disturbed.”
“Take him my card. He will see me.”
The footman showed Peter into the drawing-room, and disappeared. Peter heard low voices for a moment, then the curtains of the back room were quickly parted, and with hands extended to meet him, Helen appeared.
“This is nice of you—and so unexpected!”
Peter took the hand, but said nothing. They sat down, and Mrs. D’Alloi continued:
“Watts is asleep, and I have given word that he is not to be disturbed. I want to see you for a moment myself. You have plenty of time?”
“Yes.”
“That’s very nice. I don’t want you to be formal with us. Do say that you can stay to dinner?”
“I would, if I were not already engaged.”
“Then we’ll merely postpone it. It’s very good of you to come to see us. I’ve tried to get Watts to look you up, but he is so lazy! It’s just as well since you’ve found us out. Only you should have asked for both of us.”