He curled himself up on Selina's lap, surveyed the room for a while with drowsy eyes, and fell asleep.
Sir Tancred opened the note from Lord Crosland, which he had left unheeded on the table; it ran: "DEAR BEAULEIGH: "I have moved myself and my belongings to 411 and 412, till you have got things arranged.

I'm off to Lord's for the day, but shall dine at the Cecil.

Let us dine together.
"Yours sincerely, "CROSLAND." Sir Tancred felt relieved, and grateful for Lord Crosland's thoughtfulness.
"We shall be able to have these rooms to ourselves," he said to Selina.
"Yes, sir," said Selina.

"And he'll want some clothes.

When he's had a little sleep, and I've given him a bath, I'd better go out and get some." "No: I'll go now myself," said Sir Tancred.