"And me looked for you
everywhere--"
"Mr. Bryany," Seven Sachs interrupted him calmly, "have you got those
letters off?"
"Not yet, sir."
Seven Sachs urbanely smiled. "I think we ought to get them off
to-night."
"Certainly," agreed Mr. Bryany with eagerness, and moved towards the
door.
"Here's the key of my sitting-room," Seven Sachs stopped him,
producing a key.
Mr. Bryany, by a mischance catching Edward Henry's eye as he took the
key, blushed.
In a moment Edward Henry was alone with the two silent celebrities.
"Well," said Edward Henry to himself, "I've let myself in for it this
time--no mistake! What in the name of common sense am I doing here?"
Rose Euclid coughed and arranged the folds of her dress.
"I suppose, like most Americans, you see all the sights," said Edward
Henry to Seven Sachs--the Five Towns is much visited by Americans.
"What do you think of my dressing-gown?"
"Bully!" said Seven Sachs, with the faintest twinkle. And Rose Euclid
gave the mechanical, nervous giggle.
"I can do with this chap," thought Edward Henry.
The gentleman-in-waiting entered with the supper menu.
"Thank heaven!" thought Edward Henry.
Rose Euclid, requested to order a supper after her own mind, stared
vaguely at the menu for some moments, and then said that she did not
know what to order.
"Artichokes?" Edward Henry blandly suggested.
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