I ought, besides, to catch the four o'clock train back to Polchester." "Yes, indeed," said Mr.Trenchard, smiling, rubbing his hands together, and altogether in the dark as to what his visitor might be wanting.
"Ah, but I haven't explained; how stupid of me! My name is Seymour.

I was here during several years, as a small boy, with Canon Lasher--in my holidays, you know.

It's years ago, and I've never been back.

I was at Polchester this morning and suddenly felt that I must come over.

I wondered whether you'd be so good as to let me look a little at the house and garden." There was nothing that Mr.Trenchard would like better.