Isabel, who had again cast a quick glance out of each window, turned to Tony with a smile. "He doesn't seem a very cheerful man, your chauffeur," she said. "He has got such a sad voice." Tony nodded. "That's the reason I originally engaged him. I like to have a few miserable people about the place: they help me to realize how happy I am myself." Isabel laughed merrily. The solution of her difficulties in the way of a lodging seemed to have taken an immense weight off her spirits, and in the agreeably shaded light of the big limousine she looked younger and prettier than ever. So far his new adventure struck Tony as being quite the most interesting and promising he had ever embarked on. As the car glided on through the depressing architecture of Camden Town he began to tell her in a cheerful inconsequent sort of fashion something about his house and general surroundings. She listened with the utmost interest, the whole thing evidently striking her as being highly novel and entertaining. "And do you live quite by yourself?" she asked. "Quite," said Tony. "Except for Spalding and Jennings and Bugg and a cook and two or three maid-servants and dear old Guy!" "Who's Guy?" she demanded. "Guy," he said, "can be best described as being Guy. In addition to that he is also my cousin and my secretary." "Your secretary?" she repeated. "Why, what does he do?" "His chief occupation is doing my tenants," said Tony. "In his spare time he gives me good advice which I never follow. You must come to breakfast to-morrow and make his acquaintance." The car turned in at the drive gates of "Goodman's Rest," which was the felicitous name that Tony had selected for his house, and drew up outside the front entrance. "I will just see if Spalding has gone to bed," he said to Isabel. "If not it's hardly worth while your getting out." He opened the door with his key and entering the hall, which was lighted softly by concealed electric lamps, pressed a bell alongside the fireplace. Almost immediately a door swung open at the back and Spalding appeared on the threshold. "Good," said Tony, "I thought you might have turned in." "I was about to do so, Sir Antony," replied Spalding impassively. "May I mention how pleased we all were at the news of Bugg's success." "Oh, you have heard about it!" remarked Tony. "Is Bugg back then?" "No, sir. I took the liberty of ringing up the Cosmopolitan. The Cook had a half-crown on, sir, and she was almost painfully anxious to ascertain the result." Tony nodded his approval. "After the way she grilled that sole to-night," he said, "I would deny her nothing." He paused. "Spalding," he added: "are you frightened of your wife?" "No, sir," replied Spalding. "At least not more than most husbands, sir."