I will come.
"I am a coward, Binko--I ought to have the pluck to go off to Timbuctoo and let Henry have a fair field--but I haven't and must be certain first." They were all at tea in the library at Ebbsworth when he arrived, having motored over from Arranstoun after lunch.
Everyone was enchanted to see him, and greeted him with delight.

He knew almost the whole twenty of them, most of whom were old friends.
The hostess took him over to the tea table, and sitting near it in a ravishing tea-gown was Moravia.

Rose Forster introduced him casually, while she poured him out some tea.
The library was a big room with one or two tall screens, and from behind the furthest one there came a low, rippling laugh.

The sound of it maddened Michael, and his bold blue eyes blazed as he began to talk to the Princess.

His naturally easy manners made him able to carry on some kind of a conversation, but his whole attention was fixed upon the whereabouts of Sabine.