Mr. Killigrew and Mr.
Savage will be in the smoke-room forward, sir."
"Very well. Tell Miss Killigrew that I shall come aboard."
"Thank you, sir. The motor-boat will be at the jetty at nine-thirty,
sir." The servants about the Killigrew home understood Thomas'
position. They had known young honorables who had served as private
secretaries.
A formal command. There was no way of avoiding it. Resignedly Thomas
got into his evening clothes. They might smile at his pumps, the hang
of his coat, but there would be no question over the correctness of his
collar and cravat. He was very bitter against the world, and more
especially against Thomas Webb, late of Hodman, Pelt and Company,
"haberdashers to H. H. the Duke of" and so forth and so on.
All the way down to the motor-boat his new pumps sang "Fool-fool!
Rotter-rotter!" He climbed the yacht's ladder and ran into Kitty and
her guests, exactly as she had arranged he should.
"Mr. Webb," she said; and immediately began introducing him, leaving
Lord Henry Monckton until the last.
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