But who is to co-operate with Setter in the search for Salome ?" "_You_ must do so, if you please, Lady Belgrade, until my return.

Of course, I will hurry back with all dispatch." "No fear of that.

The only fear is that you will hurry into your grave.
But here is breakfast," said her ladyship, as a footman entered with a tray.
Mocha coffee, orange pekoe tea, Westphalia ham, poached eggs, dry toast, muffins, rolls, and so forth, were arranged upon the table to tempt the appetite of the two who sat at meat.
Lady Belgrade made a good meal.

She was at the age of which physicians say, "the constitution takes on a conservative tone," and which poets call "the time of peace." In a word, she was middle-aged, fat, and comfort-loving; and so she was not disposed to lose her rest, or food, or peace of mind for any trouble not personally her own.
She was vexed at the unconventionality of Salome's disappearance, fearful of what the world would say, and anxious to keep the matter as close as possible.

That was all, and it did not take away her appetite.
But the anxious young husband could not eat.