“I should like to slip away this morning, Lady Splay,” he said.  “My servant is packing now.”

Millie Splay looked at him in dismay.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” she said.  “I was hoping that this morning you and Joan would have something to say to me.”

“I did too,” replied Harry with a wry smile.  “But Joan turned me down with a bang last night.”

Lady Splay plumped herself down on a chair in the hall.

“Oh, she is the most exasperating girl!” she cried.  “Are you sure that you didn’t misunderstand her?”

“Quite.”

Lady Splay sat for a little while with her cheek propped upon her hand and her brows drawn together in a perplexity.

“It’s very strange,” she said at length.  “For Joan meant you to ask her to marry you.  She has been deliberately showing you that you weren’t indifferent to her.  Joan would never have done that if she hadn’t meant you to ask her; or if she hadn’t meant to accept you.”  She rose with a gesture of despair.

“I give it up.  But oh, how I’d love to smack her!” and with that unrealisable desire burning furiously in her breast, Lady Splay marched into the breakfast-room.  Dennis Brown and Jupp were already in their white flannels at the table.  Miranda ran down into the room a moment afterwards.

“Joan’s the lazy one,” she said, looking round the table.  She had got to bed at half-past four and looked as fresh as if she had slept the clock round.  “What are you going to eat, Colonel Luttrell?”

Luttrell was standing by her at the side table, and as they inspected the dishes they were joined by Mr. Albany Todd.

“You were going it last night,” Jupp called to him, with a note of respect in his voice.  “For a top-weight you’re the hottest thing I have seen in years.  Stay another week in our academic company, and we shall discover so many excellent qualities in you that we shall be calling you Toddles.”

“And then in the winter, I suppose, we’ll go jumping together,” said Mr. Albany Todd.

Like many another round and heavy man, Mr. Albany Todd was an exceptionally smooth dancer.  His first dance on the night before he had owed to the consideration of his hostess.  Sheer merit had filled the rest of his programme; and he sat down to breakfast now in a high good humour.  Sir Chichester stumped into the room when the serious part of the meal was over, and all the newspapers already taken.  He sat down in front of his kidney and bacon and grunted.

“Any news in The Times, Mr. Albany Todd?”

“No!  No!” replied Mr. Albany Todd in an abstracted voice, with his head buried between the pages.  “Would you like it, Sir Chichester?”

He showed no intention of handing it over; and Sir Chichester replied with as much indifference as he could assume,

“Oh, there’s no hurry.”

“No, we have all the morning, haven’t we?” said Mr. Albany Todd pleasantly.