"I used to think myself a fellow of some energy; but the truth is, I know my mind about nothing, and I'm at the mercy of every one who chooses to push me this way or that." He took up the letter again, and was about to re-read it, but suddenly altered his mind, and thrust the folded paper into his pocket.
Eight days went by.

Will had a visit from Sherwood, who brought news that the whisky distiller had seemed a little better, but could not possibly live more than a week or two.

As regards the vegetarian colony all went well; practical men were at work on the details of the scheme; Sherwood toiled for ten hours a day at secretarial correspondence.

Next day, there came a postcard from Rosamund.
"Work ready to show you.

Could you come and have a cup of tea to-morrow afternoon ?" At the conventional hour Will went to Oakley Crescent.