He pressed his grandfather's hand again and rose.

"So it's to be Monte Carlo, is it?
Well, the sooner the better for me.

I'll tell Victor to look up the trains.

We can't get away to-morrow or the next day.

But we ought to be able to manage the day after." He strolled across to the fire, and stood there with his back to the room, whistling below his breath.
Sir Beverley regarded him frowningly.