"We have just got to like you." "Yes, wait until to-morrow, my dear boy," Sir Chichester suggested.
Even Joan Whitworth descended to earth and requested that he should stay.
"It's awfully kind of you," stammered Martin.

"But I am afraid that this is very important." Lady Splay was practical.
"Hadn't you better see first ?" she asked.
Hillyard, with his thoughts playing swiftly in the future like a rapier, was still standing stock-still with the unopened telegram in his hand.
"Of course," he said.

"But I know already what it is." The anxious little circle closed nearer as he tore open the envelope.

He read: "_I have refused the Duke.

Money is cash--I mean trash.
Little one I am yours._--LINDA SPAVINSKY." The telegram had been sent that afternoon from Chichester.
Hillyard gazed around at the serious faces which hemmed him in.