And you know where the cigars are, Helen.

Take Dick into the gun room afterwards.

You'll have it all to yourselves and there is a fire there." Philippa entered the library in a state of agitation for which she was glad to have some reasonable excuse.

She held out both her hands to Lessingham.
"Dick is back--just arrived!" she exclaimed.

"I can't tell you how happy we are, and how grateful!" Lessingham raised her fingers to his lips.
"I am glad," he said simply.