I wonder you didn't hear me." "Hear you!" cried Mr.Chalk, guiltily conscious of a feeling of disappointment quite beyond his control.

"What do you mean by coming and whistling for me, eh?
What do you mean by it ?" "I wanted to see you private," said Miss Vickers, calmly, "but it's just as well.

I went and saw Mr.Tredgold this morning instead." "On a matter of business," said Mr.Tredgold, looking at her.

"She came to me, as one of the ordinary public, about some--ha--land she's interested in." "An island," corroborated Miss Vickers.
Mr.Chalk took a chair and looked round in amazement.

"What, another ?" he said, faintly.
Mr.Tredgold coughed.