I am sure you couldn't have made it any stiffer in your own rooms.'
Trent slipped the letter and enclosure into a long envelope. 'Yes,' he said, 'I think it will make him sit up suddenly. Now this thing mustn't run any risk of going wrong. It would be best to send a special messenger with orders to deliver it into his own hands. If he's away it oughtn't to be left.'
She nodded. 'I can arrange that. Wait here for a little.'
When Mrs Manderson returned, he was hunting through the music cabinet. She sank on the carpet beside him in a wave of dark brown skirts. 'Tell me something, Philip,' she said.
'If it is among the few things that I know.'
'When you saw uncle last night, did you tell him about–about us?'
'I did not,' he answered. 'I remembered you had said nothing about telling any one. It is for you–isn't it?–to decide whether we take the world into our confidence at once or later on.'
'Then will you tell him?' She looked down
