"The fact is I am now an Instructor at the Staff College and much is expected of me." They had reached the gate of Little Beeding House.

It was summer time.
A yellow drive of gravel ran straight between long broad flower-beds to the door.
"Won't you come in and see my father ?" Dick asked innocently.
"He's at home." "No, my lad, no." Mr.Chubble hastened to add: "I haven't the time.

But I am very glad to have met you.

You are here for long ?" "No.

Only just for luncheon," said Dick, and he walked along the drive into the house.