"They all disappear when they are finished, but I have no idea where to.

To me they seem to represent a shocking waste of time." Lessingham was suddenly taciturn.

He held out his hand.

"You are dining with us to-morrow night, remember," she said.
"I am not likely to forget," he assured her.
"And don't get drowned," she concluded.

"I don't know any of these fishermen--I hate them all--but I'm told that Oates is the worst." "I think that we shall be quite all right," he assured her.