"Hullo! Steady there! Where are you going?"
"I'm so sorry, Godfrey, but I'm in the devil of a hurry, for I've got to
clear the dining-room. Once that's done, my work's over, and I can go
into the drawing-room." Tom was grinning good-humouredly. "I say, Mrs.
Crofton does look a peach to-night, doesn't she?"
Even as he spoke, he was hooking the door back. Then he hurried into the
dining-room without waiting for an answer.
Godfrey went on with rather hesitating steps down the broad,
stone-flagged passage. According to tradition, this part of Old Place was
mediaeval, and it was certainly quite different from the rest of the
house. He felt a little awkward for he knew he had no business there,
and when he got to the big, vaulted kitchen, he stopped and looked round
him dubiously. The fire in the old-fashioned, wasteful range had been
allowed to die down, and on the round wooden table in the middle of the
room were heaped up the dinner plates and dishes.
Suddenly he noticed that the door which led into the scullery was ajar,
and he heard Betty's clear, even voice saying: "When you've tidied
yourself up a bit, run down and let me see how you look. I'm afraid
they're not likely to play any games this evening.
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