So I sent the telegram." Cartwright nodded.

He trusted his bookkeeper, who had grounds for imagining it was not altogether desirable Mrs.Seaton should arrive at Carrock.
"Have you heard anything from Manners while I was away ?" "Nothing direct, sir.

His nephew, Hatton, came round with a tender for the bunker coal, and implied that he ought to get the job.

Then I had a notion Mrs.Seaton, so to speak, was _primed_.

Looked as if somebody had got at her; her arguments about the dividend were rather good." "It's possible," said Cartwright dryly.