And so, come on--and no more talk of Squire and agent.

I've a remarkable facility in throwing away unpleasant things." "It's a grand faculty--and I'll try to imitate you," said Copplestone.
"So--today's our own, eh?
Is that it ?" "Say until the middle of this afternoon," responded Audrey.

"Don't forget that I have a mother at home." It was, however, well past the middle of the afternoon when these two returned to Scarhaven, very well satisfied with themselves.

They had found plenty to talk about without falling back on Marston Greyle, or Peter Chatfield, or the event of the morning, and Copplestone suddenly remembered, almost with compunction, that he had been so engrossed in his companion that he had almost forgotten the Oliver mystery.

But that was sharply recalled to him as he entered the "Admiral's Arms." Mrs.
Wooler came forward from her parlour with a mysterious smile on her good-looking face.
"Here's a billet-doux for you, Mr.Copplestone," she said.