"I say, what a game—here's another visitor!" remarked Captain Dacres cheerily.
"One who is expected, I shouldn't wonder." Mrs. Chetwode, as usual, rose equal to the emergency. "We may as well let the cat out of the bag, Nina, and tell him.—We've got a young man coming to take us to the play," and turning to Martin she said, "Show him into the boudoir if that's Mr. Vere."
"Mr. Vere! What, Teddy! Here, stop, I'll open the door!" exclaimed Rowley hastily "Don't you go"
"But why?" interposed Mrs. Chetwode amazedly.
"Because it's interrupting you so awfully in your dinner. No, no, we'll go up stairs together—it'll be all right you'll see"
He was already in the hall, had opened the door—their voices, laughing it seemed—sounded together.
"What can it mean?" said Nina anxiously
"Never mind, one thing is certain—he didn't see you"
"Perhaps it's the beer—he seems a little excited, don't you think?"
"I'm not going to leave them together Teddy," called out Mrs. Chetwode, "come in here. Have you brought tickets for the comedy?"