Guy crimsoned vividly, and with a gentle chuckle Tony relieved Isabel of her coat.
"Don't you be deceived," he said. "You should hear the brutal way he addresses my tenants when they want something done to their houses."
"Oh, do shut up, Tony," remonstrated Guy.
"Aren't you really going to stay to breakfast?" asked Isabel, inspecting the table. "There seems to be such a lot for two."
"I—I am afraid I can't," said Guy with some embarrassment. "I should be delighted to, but—I have some work I must get done." He turned to Tony. "By the way, there was a note from Henry this morning saying that if you were going to be at home to-night he would like to come to dinner. He wants me to ring him up and let him know."
"I suppose we may as well get it over," said Tony sadly. "If I say no he will only want me to dine at Rutland Gate, and that would be worse still. The last time I went I was put next to a woman who ate nothing but beans and drank hot water and lemon. It made me feel quite faint."
"Very well," said Guy. "I will tell him to come along at eight. Don't go out and forget all about it."
He made another stiff little bow to Isabel, and walking across to the door, took his departure.
"That's Guy," said Tony. "What do you think of him?"
"I think he's rather nice," said Isabel thoughtfully. "He is just a wee bit serious, of course, but then you want that in a secretary, don't you?"