 How dared you do such a thing? He's a diplomatist. That makes it much worse. We must wire and put him off at once. It's too late. Well, we'll tell Clara to say we've been called away. That would be extremely rude. And anyhow, I want to see him. You mean to stand there in cold blood and tell me you've asked a complete stranger down for the weekend and that you want to see him? I've often done it before. I fail to see how that helps matters. Where's he going to sleep? The Japanese room. Oh, no, he isn't. Sandy Tyrrell's sleeping in it. There, now. What did I tell you?