At this moment Sir Donald wandered into the room, with his hands behind his thin back, and his eyes searching the walls. The Duke possessed a splendid collection of pictures.
“There he is!” said Leo, gruffly.
“He doesn’t see us. Go and tell him I’m here.”
“Why? he might go out again if we keep mum.”
“But I want to speak to him. Sir Donald! Sir Donald!”
Sir Donald turned round at the second summons and came towards them, looking rather embarrassed.
“Hulloa, pater!” said Leo.
Sir Donald nodded to his son with a conscientious effort to seem familiar and genial.
“Hulloa!” he rejoined in a hollow voice.
“Your boy has been instructing me in American mysteries,” said Lady Holme. “Do take me to the ballroom, Sir Donald.”