Chapter 21

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠Mr. Isaacstein’s Suit-case

At ten o’clock that morning, Lord Caterham and his daughter were breakfasting. Bundle was looking very thoughtful.

“Father,” she said at last.

Lord Caterham, absorbed in The Times, did not reply.

“Father,” said Bundle again, more sharply.

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠Lord Caterham, torn from his interested perusal of forthcoming sales of rare books, looked up absent-mindedly.

“Eh?” he said. “Did you speak