Mr.Lessing, carefully smoothing his silk hat, looked up.

"Come in to luncheon with us, will you, Graham ?" he said.
Peter assented, and shook hands all round.

Sir Robert and he moved out together, and the baronet caught his eye in the porch.

"This'll jog him up a bit, I'm thinking," he said to himself.

"There's stuff in that chap, but he's got to feel his legs." Outside the summer sun was now powerful, and the streets were dusty and more busy.