And he went back
to the car, feeling oddly cheered.
* * * * *
It was past five when Radmore and Timmy crept like burglars through one
of the back doors of Old Place. He sent the boy straight up to bed, but
he himself felt hopelessly wide awake, so he went out of doors again,
into Janet's delightful scented garden, and tramped up and down a bit to
get warm. Suddenly he knew that he was hungry. Why shouldn't he go into
the scullery and brew himself a cup of tea?
As he went into the kitchen, he saw on the table a kettle, a spirit
stove, a cup and saucer, tea caddy and teapot, even a thermos full of hot
water--everything ready to make an early cup of tea. He left the thermos
alone, and filled up the kettle at the scullery sink.
Radmore was still very much of an old campaigner. Still it was a long
time since he had made himself a cup of tea, and he became a little
impatient for the cold water took a long time to boil.
The kettle was just beginning to sing, when the door which led to the
flight of stairs connecting the scullery with the upper floors of the
house opened quietly, and Betty appeared--Betty, in a becoming blue
dressing-gown, which intensified the peachy clearness of her skin,
and the glint of pale gold in the shadowed fairness of her hair.
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