You're breaking up the happy home, that's what you're doing, Rayton!" His lordship at any rate seemed to find the process amusing.

He laughed until the tears stood in his eyes.
"I should love to have seen Philippa's face," he chuckled, "when she walked into the restaurant and saw you there! You're supposed to be off on a fishing expedition, aren't you ?" "I went out after whiting," Sir Henry groaned, "and I'd just promised to chuck it for a time when I got the Admiral's message." "Well, we'll see to your German spy, anyway," his visitor promised.
"Don't be an ass!" Sir Henry exclaimed irritably.

"I don't want the fellow touched at present.

Why, he's been a sort of persona grata at my house.

Hangs around there all the time when I'm away." "All the more reason for putting an end to his little game, I should say," was the cheerful reply.
"And have the whole neighbourhood either laughing at my wife and Miss Fairclough, or talking scandal about them!" Sir Henry retorted.
"I forgot that," his friend confessed ruminatively.