Derek raised his eyebrows in mock dismay.

“Is it as bad as all that? I am not very thin skinned, I can assure you, Knighton.”

“No,” said Knighton; “but this⁠—”

He paused.

Derek eyed him keenly.

“Go on, out with it,” he said kindly. “I can imagine my dear father-in-law’s errands might not always be pleasant ones.”

Knighton cleared his throat. He spoke formally in tones that he strove to render free of embarrassment.

“I am directed by Mr. Van Aldin to make you a definite offer.”