between them. "The servants are getting luncheon. Will you go over for Mrs. Beever?"
"Ah," Tony demurred, laughing, "we mustn't make him fetch and carry!"
Dennis showed a momentary blankness and then, in his private discomposure, jumped at the idea of escaping from the house and into the air. "Do employ me," he pleaded. "I want to stretch my legs—I'll do anything."
"Since you're so kind, then, and it's so near," Tony replied. "Mrs. Beever's our best friend, and always the friend of our friends, and she's only across the river."
"Just six minutes," said Rose, "by the short way. Bring her back with you."
"The short way," Tony pressingly explained, "is through my garden and out of it by the gate on the river."
"At the river you turn to the right—the little foot-bridge is her bridge," Rose went on.
"You pass the gatehouse—empty and closed—at the other side of it, and there you are," said Tony.
"In her garden—it's lovely. Tell her it's for Mrs. Bream and it's important," Rose added.
