Indeed, if you wish to do so, you must really direct your solicitor to retain some other counsel, as I will not be a party to what can only mean a waste of money.

Good afternoon," and he rose.
The farmer was convoyed out grumbling.

In another moment Mr.Granger entered, dressed in a somewhat threadbare suit of black, and his thin white hair hanging, as usual, over his eyes.

Geoffrey glanced at him with apprehension, and as he did so noticed that he had aged greatly during the last seven months.

Had he come to tell him some ill news of Beatrice--that she was ill, or dead, or going to be married?
"How do you do, Mr.Granger ?" he said, as he stretched out his hand, and controlling his voice as well as he could.