Then we can see what the weather is like. If it is bad,
we can dine in town tonight and do a theatre."
"You are a dear," she told him fervently. "I am going in to get
ready."
Francis went round to the garage for his car, and brought it to
the front. While he was sitting there, Sir Timothy came through
the door in the wall. He was smoking a cigar and he was holding
an umbrella to protect his white flannel suit. He was as usual
wonderfully groomed and turned out, but he walked as though he
were tired, and his smile, as he greeted Francis, lacked a little
of its usual light-hearted mockery.
"Are you going up to town?" he enquired.
Francis pointed to the grey skies.
"Just for the day," he answered. "Lady Cynthia went by the early
train. We missed you last night."
"I came down late," Sir Timothy explained, "and I found it more
convenient to stay at The Walled House. I hope you find that
Grover looks after you while I am away? He has carte blanche so
far as regards my cellar."
"We have been wonderfully served," Francis assured him.
In the distance they could hear the sound of hammering on the
other side of the wall. Francis moved his head in that
direction.
"I hear that they are preparing for another of your wonderful
entertainments over there," he remarked.
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