"Call it a whim or anything else you like.

The fact is that Cecil had some guests coming whom I did not particularly care to meet, and who certainly would not have been interested in me.

I thought it would be best to clear out altogether, so I have left Cecil in possession of the Hall, and they don't even know that I exist." The man named Berners looked up at his host with twinkling eyes.
"Right!" he said.

"So far as I am concerned, you shall be Mr.Andrew, fisherman.

Will you also kindly remember that if any curiosity is evinced as to my identity, I am Mr.Berners, and that I am here for a rest-cure.