"Yes. 'Boldero. Coming at once.' And order the car round immediately—for London. Also ask Mrs. Freeth kindly to come here. Say the matter's important." Franklin withdrew. "It's Adrian," said I, my mind rushing back to my horrible apprehensions of the summer.
"Or Doria. I understood—" He waved a hand.
"Then Barbara must come."
"She would in any case. It may be Adrian, so I'll come too, if you'll let me."
Let the great, capable fellow come? I should think I would. "For Heaven's sake, do," said I.
Barbara entered swinging housewifely keys.
"I'm dreadfully busy, dear. What is it?"
Then she saw our two set faces and stopped short. Her quick eyes fell on the telegram which Jaffery had put down in the arm of a couch, and before we could do or say anything, she had snatched it up and read it. She turned pale and held her little body very erect.
"Have you ordered the car?"
"Yes. Jaffery's coming with us."