Langford seemed puzzled.
"A Persian writer," I said, interposing. And gave the correct pronunciation of the name. "Fitzgerald translated his verses."
"Any good?" demanded the Colonel.
"Generally considered to be readable."
"Very well then. We'll go and see his grave. Appropriate occupation for a Sunday. Nothing sacrilegious about it." He turned sharply to Langford. "You'll come with us."
"Delighted, sir," said the young officer, endeavouring to appear gratified.
"And you, Weston."
"I am going on the river," I answered, "with Miss Katherine, and Master Edward. We particularly want Lieutenant Langford to look after the yacht."
"Mrs. Hillier," he said, frowning, "I ask you to give me your support. Nothing annoys me more than to see plans upset."
"The original plans were ours," I said, "and it is you who are trying to upset them."