Geoffrey in a few short, clear words had explained the absurdity of the whole thing, and strongly advised him to settle, for the client had insisted on seeing him, refusing to be put off with a written opinion.

But the farmer was not satisfied, and the solicitor was now endeavouring to let the pure light of law into the darkness of his injured soul.
Geoffrey threw himself back in his chair, pushed the dark hair from his brow, and pretended to listen.

But in a minute his mind was far away.

Heavens, how tired he was! Well, there would be rest for a few days--till Tuesday, when he had a matter that must be attended to--the House had risen and so had the courts.

What should he do with himself?
Honoria wished to go and stay with her brother, Lord Garsington, and, for a wonder, to take Effie with her.