“I expect so. I mean, I shouldn’t wonder if they were.”

Lady Coote turned and plunged abruptly into the house. Tredwell was just examining the coffee pot.

“Oh, dear,” said Lady Coote. “Isn’t Mr. ⁠— Mr. ⁠—”

“Wade, m’lady?”

“Yes, Mr. Wade. Isn’t he down yet?”

“No, m’lady.”

“It’s very late.”

“Yes, m’lady.”