"Breakfast?" she repeated.
"I always call it breakfast," explained Tony. "It is such a much healthier sounding word than lunch. Suppose I send the car round for you about eleven? Would that be too early?"
She shook her head, smiling. "I expect I could manage it," she said. "You see I generally get up at eight o'clock."
"We could have it a little earlier if you like," remarked Tony unselfishly.
"Oh, no," she answered. "I shall probably enjoy lying in bed to-morrow." Then with a little laugh she added: "But surely I can walk round. It's quite a short distance isn't it, and all across the nice Heath?"
"Just as you like," said Tony. "I shall send the car any way. The morning air is so good for Jennings."
As he spoke there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and a moment later Spalding re-entered the room.
"My wife asks me to say, sir, that she will be very pleased to make the young lady as comfortable as possible. She is coming downstairs herself as soon as we have withdrawn. Owing to the lateness of the hour she is slightly—h'm—en déshabillé."
"We will retire in good order," said Tony gravely. Then as Spalding tactfully left the room he turned to Isabel.
"Good-night, Isabel," he said. "Sleep peacefully, and don't dream that you are being chased by yellow-faced strangers."