I mean the son of the Vicar of Wakefield, who bought the green spectacles." "Oh," said Emmy, who after the way of her generation had never heard of him.
"I don't do it--let people sell me things--any more, now," he said gravely.
"I seem to have got wise.

Perhaps it has come through having had to look after you.

I see things much clearer." He filled and lit another pipe and began to talk about Orion just visible over the shoulder of the cliff.

Emmy, whose interests were for the moment terrestrial, interrupted him: "There's one thing I want you to see clearly, my dear, and that is that I owe you a frightful lot of money.

But I'm sure to get something to do when I'm back in London and then I can repay you by instalments.