Then he used to meet me in the wood in the Shawl, as I came home from the Northrops'.

I complained to my father about it and one night my father came in and found him here.

My father, Mr.Brereton, is a very queer man and a very plain-spoken man.

He told Mr.Mallalieu that neither of us desired his company and told him to go away.

And Mr.
Mallalieu lost his temper and said angry things." "And your father ?" said Brereton.