This, I suppose, is
my reward--an invitation to something in the nature of a State
dinner, which, to tell you the truth, I had forgotten until my
secretary pointed it out to me this afternoon. I have grave
fears of being bored or of misbehaving myself. I have, as Ledsam
here knows, a distressing habit of truthfulness, especially to
new acquaintances. However, we must hope for the best. By-the-bye,
Ledsam, in case you should have forgotten, I have spoken to Hedges
about the '99 Cliquot."
"Shall we see you here later?" Margaret asked, after Francis had
murmured his thanks.
"I shall probably return direct to Hatch End," Sir Timothy
replied. "There are various little matters down there which are
interesting me just now preparations for my party. Au revoir! A
delicious cocktail, but I am inclined to resent the Angostura."
He sauntered out, after a glance at the clock. They heard his
footsteps as he descended the stairs.
"Tell me, what manner of a man is your father?" Francis asked
impulsively.
"I am his daughter and I do not know," Margaret answered.
"Before he came, I was going to speak to you of a strange
misunderstanding which has existed between us and which has just
been removed. Now I have a fancy to leave it until later. You
will not mind?"
"When you choose," Francis assented.
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