CHAPTER V
Three days later Daventry called in Little Market Street early, and was shown into the dining-room where he found Rosamund alone at the breakfast-table.
“Do forgive me for bursting in upon the boiled eggs,” he said, looking unusually excited. “I’m off almost directly to the Law Courts and I want to take Dion with me. It’s the last day of Mrs. Clarke’s case. We expect the verdict some time this evening. I dare say the court will sit late. Where’s Dion?”
“He’s just coming down. We were both disturbed in the night, so we slept later than usual.”
“Disturbed? Burglars? Fire?”
“No; Robin’s not at all well.”
“I say! I’m sorry for that. What is it?”
“He’s had a very bad throat and been feverish, poor little chap. But I think he’s better this morning. The doctor came.”
“You’ll never be one of the fussy mothers.”
“I hope not,” she said, rather gravely; “I’m not fond of them. Here’s Dion.”