“Didn’t we have enough excitement four years ago?” he demanded plaintively.
“I’m about ready for some more,” said Bundle. “Not that I expect I shall find any in town. But at any rate I shan’t dislocate my jaw with yawning.”
“In my experience,” said Lord Caterham, “people who go about looking for trouble usually find it.” He yawned. “All the same,” he added, “I wouldn’t mind running up to town myself.”
“Well, come on,” said Bundle. “But be quick, because I’m in a hurry.”
Lord Caterham, who had begun to rise from his chair, paused.
“Did you say you were in a hurry?” he asked suspiciously.
“In the devil of a hurry,” said Bundle.
“That settles it,” said Lord Caterham. “I’m not coming. To be driven by you in the Hispano when you’re in a hurry—no, it’s not fair on any elderly man. I shall stay here.”
“Please yourself,” said Bundle, and withdrew.
Tredwell took her place.
“The vicar, my lord, is most anxious to see you, some unfortunate controversy having arisen about the status of the Boys’ Brigade.”
Lord Caterham groaned.
“I rather fancied, my lord, that I had heard you mention at breakfast that you were strolling down to the village this morning to converse with the vicar on the subject.”
“Did you tell him so?” asked Lord Caterham eagerly.