Give me your pocket-book, and I'll make a note for you of his name and address--so that there may be no mistake about it if the thing really happens." He wrote accordingly on a blank leaf--"Mr.Septimus Luker, Middlesex-place, Lambeth, London." "There," he said, pointing to the address, "are the last words, on the subject of the Moonstone, which I shall trouble you with for the present.

Time will show whether I am right or wrong.

In the meanwhile, sir, I carry away with me a sincere personal liking for you, which I think does honour to both of us.

If we don't meet again before my professional retirement takes place, I hope you will come and see me in a little house near London, which I have got my eye on.

There will be grass walks, Mr.Betteredge, I promise you, in my garden.