16/25 The man who has sworn by eyes as black as a stormy midnight and raven hair generally unites himself to the most insipid thing in blondes, and the idolater of golden locks takes to wife some frizzy-haired West Indian with an unmistakable dip of the tar-brush. When will you go down to Rivercombe ?" "Whenever you like." "The nabob is hospitality itself, and will be delighted to see you if he is to the fore when you go. I fancy there is some kind of regatta--a race or two, at any rate--on Saturday afternoon. Will that suit you ?" "Very well indeed." "Then we can meet at the station. There is a train down at 2.15.But we are going to see something of each other in the meantime, I hope. |