9/18 "Very nice," she said, briefly. "But what were you going to say ?" Mr.Tredgold made an elaborate attempt to appear confused. "I was going to say," he murmured, gently, "unless, perhaps, one begins on coarse-cut Cavendish rolled in a piece of the margin of the Sunday newspaper." Miss Drewitt suppressed an exclamation. "I wanted to see where the fascination was," she indignantly. "I have no doubt my uncle gave you full particulars," she said, bitterly. |