CHAPTER VII.
THE CONQUEROR They found Adela awaiting them in her corner, but chafing for a change.
"I want you to take us to the billiard-room," she said to Fletcher.
"There's a great match on.

I've heard a lot of men talking about it.
And I adore watching billiards.

I'm sure we shan't be in the way.

I'll promise not to talk, and Dot is as quiet as a mouse." Fletcher considered the point.

"I believe it's a fairly respectable crowd," he said, looking at Dot.