Whatever it was that she had been doing,
it had interested her and waked her out of herself, for her eyes looked
brighter and she had spots of colour on her cheeks.
Aunt Lil found so much to do, and was sure we could easily carry so many
things in the motor-car, that it was a rush to meet Uncle Eric and Lord
Bob at the Ritz, by two o'clock. But we did manage it, or nearly. We
were not more than ten minutes late, which was wonderful for Aunt Lil:
and the short time that we'd kept them waiting wasn't enough to account
for the solemnity of the two men's faces as they came forward to meet
us.
"Something's gone wrong about the car!" exclaimed Aunt Lil.
"No, the car's all right," said Lord Bob. "I've got you a chauffeur too,
and--"
"Then what has happened? You both look like thunder-clouds, or wet
blankets, or something disagreeable. It surely can't be because you're
hungry that you're cross about a few minutes."
"Have you seen a newspaper to-day?" asked Uncle Eric.
"A newspaper? I should think not, indeed; we've had too many important
things to do to waste time on trifles. Why, has the Government gone
out?"
"Ivor Dundas has got into a mess here," Uncle Eric answered, looking
very much worried--so much worried that I thought he must care even more
about Ivor than I had fancied.
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