"That's it. But why these higher mathematics?"
Claude only smiled and went out of the room.
"What is he up to, Mrs. Charmian?" asked Lake mystified.
"I don't know," she answered.
"Does he want to get rid of me? Is that why he was so keen to know whether it was four weeks or a month?" said Lake, laughing.
"I am afraid that probably is it. But come up and see the flowers I've put in your room."
"This is a little Paradise," said Lake, in his ringing baritone voice. "Sometimes this winter in Paris, when I was all in, don't you know—"
"All in?"
"Blues."