He was now on his way to an internment camp.

So that complication was smoothed out at all events.

He agreed with Sir Chichester Splay that it would be prudent to carry out McKerrel's suggestion at once.
"I will make the document out," said Sir Chichester importantly.

Give him a little work which set him in the limelight as the leader of the Chorus, and nothing could keep down his spirits.

He took a sheet of foolscap, a blotting pad, a heavy inkstand, and a quill pen--Sir Chichester never used anything but a quill pen--to the big table in the middle of the hall, and wrote in a fair, round hand: "The case of Mrs.Croyle." and looked at his work and thought it good.
"It looks quite like a _cause celebre_, doesn't it ?" he said buoyantly.
But he caught Martin Hillyard's eye, and recovered his more becoming despondency.