I'm stopping the night, though." "Wish we could ha' put you up here, old sport!" said Myler, ruefully.
"But we don't live in a castle, yet.

All full here!--unless you'd like a shakedown on the kitchen table, or in the wood-shed.

Or you can try the bath, if you like." Amidst the laughter which succeeded this pleasantry, Stoner said that he wouldn't trouble the domestic peace so far--he'd already booked his room.

And while Myler--who, commercial-traveller like, cultivated a reputation for wit--indulged in further jokes, Stoner stealthily inspected the father-in-law.

What a fortunate coincidence! he said to himself; what a lucky stroke! There he was, wanting badly to find out something about Wilchester--and here, elbow to elbow with him, was a Wilchester man! And an elderly Wilchester man, too--one who doubtless remembered all about Wilchester for many a long year.