A bit awkward for me, for I'm rather pushed just now--that estate loan, you know." Falconer nodded.

"I know.

See here: I'll take those shares from you, if you like, and if you'll say nothing about it." Mr.Griffenberg eyed his companion's rugged face keenly.
"What for ?" he asked.
Mr.Falconer smiled.
"That's my business," he said.

"The only thing that matters to you is, that by taking the shares off your hands I shall be doing you a service." "That's true: you shall have 'em," said Mr.Griffenberg; "but I warn you it's a heavy lot." "You shall have a cheque to-morrow," said Mr.Falconer.

"Where did you get that cigar: it takes my fancy ?" Mr.Griffenberg produced his cigar case with alacrity: he liked Mr.
Falconer's way of doing business.
At the moment Stafford left the Villa, Ida was standing by the window in the drawing-room of Heron Hall.