Somehow or other, Philippa found herself sharing her brother's embrace.

Then the fire of questions and answers was presently interrupted by Mills, triumphantly bearing in a fresh dish of curry.
"What will the Major take to drink, your ladyship ?" he asked.
Felstead laughed a little chokingly.
"Upon my word, there's something wonderfully sound about Mills!" he said.

"It's a ghoulish thing to ask for in the middle of the day, isn't it, Philippa, but can I have some champagne ?" "You can have the whole cellarful," Philippa assured him joyously.

"Be sure you bring the best, Mills." "The Perrier Jonet 1904, your ladyship," was the murmured reply.
Mills' disappearance was very brief, and in a very few moments they found themselves seated once more at the table.

They sat one on either side of him, watching his glass and his plate.