What I meant was how he comes there at all," Edward explained.
"Why as any one comes--by being invited.

She wrote to him--weeks ago." Brookenham just traceably took this in, but to what profit was not calculable.

"To Harold?
Very good-natured." He had another short reflexion, after which he continued: "If they don't send he'll be in for five miles in a fly--and the man will see that he gets his money." "They WILL send--after her note." "Did it say so ?" Her melancholy eyes seemed, from afar, to run over the page.

"I don't remember--but it was so cordial." Again he meditated.

"That often doesn't prevent one's being let in for ten shillings." There was more gloom in this forecast than his wife had desired to produce.