Kitty wasn't going to know any hurt in this affair.

That much was decided.
Cutty stormed into his study, growling audibly.

He filled a pipe and smoked savagely.

Another side, Kitty's entrance into the drama promised to spoil his own fun; he would have to play two games instead of one.

A fine muddle! He came to a stand before one of the windows and saw the glory of the morning flashing from the myriad spires and towers and roofs, and wondered why artists bothered about cows in pastures.
Touching his knees was an antique Florentine bridal chest, with exquisite carving and massive lock.