He had not come in at teatime and she supposed that he was still at Sheldon Hall.
She wondered if perhaps he was staying there for dinner.
There was also no sign of Tony and she suspected that whoever he had seen in Woodstock had persuaded him to stay on and he would doubtless return very late.
She knew only too well that when men started talking about horses they invariably forgot the time.
She was beginning, however, to think that Mrs. Banks’s dinner would be spoilt.
Then she heard the footman, who was to wait on them at dinner, cross the hall and knew that Gerald must have arrived.
He came in.
He had changed into his evening clothes and was looking as smart as he had last night.
“I had given you up for lost!” she exclaimed as he walked towards her.
“You must forgive me,” Gerald
