"I don't see that she could object to that," he said, slowly.
"It's a matter of business, as you might say." "Of course, I could go straight round to the back without troubling you," resumed Mr.Tredgold.

"It's so awkward not to be able to see you when I want to." Captain Bowers ventured a sympathetic wink.

"It's awkward not to be able to see anybody when you want to," he said, softly.
Two days later Miss Drewitt, peeping cautiously from her bedroom window, saw Mr.Tredgold perched up in the crow's-nest with the telescope.

It was a cold, frosty day in January, and she smiled agreeably as she hurried downstairs to the fire and tried to imagine the temperature up aloft.
Stern in his attention to duty, Mr.Tredgold climbed day after day to his post of observation and kept a bored but whimsical eye on a deserted cowhouse three miles off.

On the fourth day the captain was out, and Miss Drewitt, after a casual peep from the kitchen window, shrugged her shoulders and returned to the sitting-room.
"Mr.Tredgold must be very cold up there, miss," said Mr.Tasker, respectfully, as he brought in the tea.