I should vastly like to be present when Siddle bares his heart to you this afternoon.
"I can invite you to tea." Alas! that won't serve our ends.

But, if you feel you have a purpose, you will be nerved to deal with him.

Bring him out into that secluded garden of yours--" "The first thing he will suggest," and Doris's voice waxed unconsciously bitter.

"He knows that dad will be busy with the mails for an hour after tea." "Good!" "I think it bad, most disagreeable." "You won't find the position so awkward if you are playing a part.

And that is what I want--a bit of clever acting.