MR. BARBECUE-SMITH was gone. The motor had whirled him away to the station; a faint smell of burning oil commemorated his recent departure. A considerable detachment had come into the courtyard to speed him on his way; and now they were walking back, round the side of the house, towards the terrace and the garden. They walked in silence; nobody had yet ventured to comment on the departed guest.
"Well?" said Anne at last, turning with raised inquiring eyebrows to Denis. "Well?" It was time for someone to begin.
Denis declined the invitation; he passed it on to Mr. Scogan. "Well?" he said.
Mr. Scogan did not respond; he only repeated the question, "Well?"
It was left for Henry Wimbush to make a pronouncement. "A very agreeable adjunct to the week-end," he said. His tone was obituary.
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