"It's some way back to The Warren, and he's a bit used up.

I fancy your father would make him lunch here under the circumstances, but you must do as you think best.

It's not my house." The colour sank rapidly from Olga's face under his look.

"Oh, Dr.
Wyndham," she said breathlessly, "do you think we need ?" He frowned at her agitation.

"Of course, we needn't," he said.