"
"Quite right, my boy!" chuckled Mr. Montague. "You're quite right to
keep it up, even among friends. It don't do to risk anything, and the
least said soonest mended."
He went on his way, leaving Roland completely mystified.
Voices from his sitting-room, among which he recognized the high note
of Miss Verepoint, reminded him of the ordeal before him. He entered
with what he hoped was a careless ease of manner, but his heart was
beating fast. Since the opening of rehearsals he had acquired a
wholesome respect for Miss Verepoint's tongue. She was sitting in his
favorite chair. There were also present Bromham Rhodes and R. P. de
Parys, who had made themselves completely at home with a couple of his
cigars and whisky from the oldest bin.
"So here you are at last!" said Miss Verepoint, querulously. "The valet
told us you were expected back this morning, so we waited. Where on
earth have you been to, running away like this, without a word?"
"I only went----"
"Well, it doesn't matter where you went. The main point is, what are
you going to do about it?"
"We thought we'd better come along and talk it over," said R.
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