The next moment Len was in the room, tearing the bed-clothes off him.
"You are a fat lot of use on the farm!—I've got through half the morning's work without you."
"Then you won't miss me so much when I'm gone."
"Gone where?"
"To London."
Nigel began to dress himself—Len stared at him gaping.
"To London! why, you aren't going there, are you?"
"I am."
"To that man von what's-his-name?"