"I am quite sure you wouldn't say anything disagreeable, Mr.--Mr. Guy," replied Isabel consolingly. "You have much too kind a face." Guy crimsoned vividly, and with a gentle chuckle Tony relieved Isabel of her coat. "Don't you be deceived," he said. "You should hear the brutal way he addresses my tenants when they want something done to their houses." "Oh, do shut up, Tony," remonstrated Guy. "Aren't you really going to stay to breakfast?" asked Isabel, inspecting the table. "There seems to be such a lot for two." "I--I am afraid I can't," said Guy with some embarrassment. "I should be delighted to, but--I have some work I must get done." He turned to Tony. "By the way, there was a note from Henry this morning saying that if you were going to be at home to-night he would like to come to dinner. He wants me to ring him up and let him know." "I suppose we may as well get it over," said Tony sadly. "If I say no he will only want me to dine at Rutland Gate, and that would be worse still. The last time I went I was put next to a woman who ate nothing but beans and drank hot water and lemon. It made me feel quite faint." "Very well," said Guy. "I will tell him to come along at eight. Don't go out and forget all about it." He made another stiff little bow to Isabel, and walking across to the door, took his departure. "That's Guy," said Tony. "What do you think of him?" "I think he's rather nice," said Isabel thoughtfully. "He is just a wee bit serious, of course, but then you want that in a secretary, don't you?" Tony nodded. "Guy is wonderful," he began. "Since he came to live with me----" He was interrupted by the reappearance of Spalding, who entered the room carrying a tray full of silver dishes which sent up various appetizing odours into the morning air. Isabel contemplated the feast with frank interest. "What a good breakfast!" she observed. "Do you always have a breakfast like this?" "Always," replied Tony firmly. "I find my constitution requires it." He walked across to the sideboard, where Spalding had set out the dishes, and lifting up their covers in turn announced the results to Isabel. She selected mushroom omelette as a starting point, and after helping himself lightly to the same delicacy, Tony sat down alongside of her at the gate-legged table. "Well," he said, "and what's the report? Has Mrs. Spalding made you comfortable?" Isabel nodded gratefully. "Yes," she said; "she has been so pleasant and kind. She didn't seem to mind in the least my coming in like that in the middle of the night, and this morning she had a cup of tea and a lovely hot bath all ready for me when I woke up." She paused. "I don't know what I should have done last night if it hadn't been for you," she added with a sudden slight return to her former shyness.