"Lablache doesn't seem popular—here."
No one answered his remark. Then "Poker" John looked over at the other men.
"We must go and help to put his horses away."
There was no suggestion in his words, merely a statement of plain facts. "Lord" Bill nodded and the three men rose and went to the door.
As they disappeared Jacky turned to Mrs. Norton and Aunt Margaret.
"If that's Lablache—I'm off to bed."
Her tone was one of uncompromising decision. Mrs. Abbot was less assured.
"Do you think it polite—wise?"
"Come along, aunt. Never mind about politeness or wisdom. What do you say, Mrs. Norton?"
"As you like, Miss Jacky. I must stay up, or—"