"I am afraid to say what I think," stammered Anthony Trent.
"Then put it off until tomorrow," the earl laughed, "Go and sleep, my dear boy, even though it may be in torment. We breakfast rather later here than in the country. I don't suppose Daphne will be down until ten. We keep such late hours."
[Chapter Fifteen]
ANTHONY THE TRIUMPHANT
The butler tapped upon Trent's door before nine next morning.
"I've just taken a telephone message for you, Mr. Anthony, very important if I may judge."
"Come in and tell me about it," the American said. He could not imagine who knew his whereabouts. It must be Maitland, he supposed, who had promised to see him before he joined his destroyer again if it were possible.
"It's from the American Embassy," the butler informed him.