And what did she do? Hey? Did she smack his face for him?" he cried.
"No. She let 'im do it, your lordship."
"She did?" bellowed his lordship.
"Yes. She didn't seem a bit put out, your lordship," said William Roper simply.
"And what happened then?" bellowed Lord Loudwater, and he got to his feet.
"They walked on to the pavilion, your lordship. An' they had their tea there. Leastways, I seed 'er ladyship come to the door an' empty hot water out of a tea-pot."
"Tea? Tea?" said Lord Loudwater in the tone of one saying: "Arson! Arson!"
Then, in all his black wrath, he perceived that he must have himself in hand to deal with the matter. He took a long draught of whisky-and-soda, rose, walked across the room and back again, grinding his teeth, rolling his eyes, and snapping the middle finger and thumb of his right hand. Never had the flush of rage been so deep in his face. It was almost purple. Never had his eyes protruded so far from his head.
He stopped and said thickly: "How long were they in the pavilion?"
"In the pavilion, your lordship? They were there a longish while—an hour and a half maybe," said William Roper, with quiet pride in the impression his information had made on his employer.
