"
"You fool, that's her mother."
"Oh, I beg your pardon. But anyhow, Bill, I want you more than
she does just now. So try and put up with me."
"I say, do you really?" said Bill, rather flattered. He had a
great admiration for Antony, and was very proud to be liked by
him.
"Yes. You see, things are going to happen here soon."
"Inquests and that sort of thing?"
"Well, perhaps something before that. Hallo, here comes Cayley."
Cayley was walking across the lawn towards them, a big,
heavy-shouldered man, with one of those strong, clean-shaven,
ugly faces which can never quite be called plain. "Bad luck on
Cayley," said Bill. "I say, ought I to tell him how sorry I am
and all that sort of thing? It seems so dashed inadequate."
"I shouldn't bother," said Antony.
Cayley nodded as he came to them, and stood there for a moment.
"We can make room for you," said Bill, getting up.
"Oh, don't bother, thanks. I just came to say," he went on to
Antony, "that naturally they've rather lost their heads in the
kitchen, and dinner won't be till half-past eight.
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