Tony addressed the envelope and proceeded to fasten it up. "He is quite charming," he said. "He is chubby and round, and he talks in a little gentle whisper like a small child. He can drink fourteen whiskies without turning a hair, and I don't believe he has ever lost his temper in his life."
"He sounds a dear," said Molly. "I wonder you let him go."
"I couldn't help it," said Tony sadly. "He has some extraordinary objection to borrowing from his friends, and he owed so much to everyone else that he had to go away."
"I wonder if he will answer the letter," said Molly.
Tony got up with the envelope in his hand. "You can be sure of that. Jimmy always answers letters. We shall hear from him in less than a week and I'll come round and see you at once." He looked at his watch. "I am afraid I must be off now, Molly. I have a very important engagement with a bishop."
"Rot," returned Molly. "Bishops never get up till the middle of the day."
"This one does," said Tony. "He suffers from insomnia."
Molly laughed, and putting her hands on his shoulders, stood up on tip-toe and kissed him.
"Well, don't tell him about that," she said, "or he might be jealous."
It was exactly on the stroke of twelve as Tony's car swung in again through the gate of Goodman's Rest, and came to a standstill outside the front door.