We agreed that between us we had accomplished something rather clever. "I must get back as soon as I can," I said. "I don't want young Bute getting wrong ideas into his head." "Who is young Bute?" she asked. "The architect," I explained. "I thought he was an old man," said Ethelbertha. "Old Spreight is old enough," I said.
Through the open door I had, of course, heard every word; and old Spreight had told me of his intention to send me one of his most promising assistants, who would be able to devote himself entirely to my work. I put matters right by introducing him formally to Robina. They bowed to one another rather stiffly.