“Can you travel about like that?”
“Oh, Lord! yes. I’m going up to London in any case.”
“Then we’ll fix it. Only you’ll lunch with me. It seems more fitting. When? Where? I have no club. My membership of the Athenæum lapsed twenty years ago. And, even if it hadn’t, the Megatherium—Thackeray’s name for it—is no good for hospitable purposes. Shall we say the Savoy at one-thirty?”
“That will suit me admirably,” said the young man.
“Good-bye.”
They shook hands. Godfrey accompanied him to the terrace.
“Have you a taxi or cab waiting?”
“I came on the feet which I unworthily possess,” replied Baltazar with a smile. “Tell Sister Baring I looked for her and she was gone.”
“I’ll send an orderly to find her, if you like.”
Baltazar hesitated for a moment. A quick tenderness checked impetuous impulse.