“Oh, dear. I suppose he will come down sometime, Tredwell?”

“Oh, undoubtedly, m’lady. It was eleven-thirty yesterday morning when Mr. Wade came down, m’lady.”

Lady Coote glanced at the clock. It was now twenty minutes to twelve. A wave of human sympathy rushed over her.

“It’s very hard luck on you, Tredwell. Having to clear and then get lunch on the table by one o’clock.”

“I am accustomed to the ways of young gentlemen, m’lady.”

The reproof was dignified, but unmistakable.

So might a prince of the Church reprove a Turk or an infidel who had unwittingly committed a solecism in all good faith.