He continued: 'Grail is my friend, and we always talk as friends should.

Won't you cease to think of me as a stranger ?' 'I don't think of you in that way, Mr.Egremont.' 'Then let us shake hands again in the new way.' Thyrza gave hers.

She just met his eyes for a moment her own had a smile of intense happiness.
'Yes, keep this a secret,' Egremont went on, quickly resuming his ordinary voice.

'I'll surprise Grail in a few days, by bringing him in.
Now, how am I to get this lid off?
How tremendously firm it is! I suppose I ought to have got the men to do it, but I brought a screw-driver in my pocket, thinking it would be easy enough.

Ah, there's a beginning! I ought to have a hammer.' 'Shall I go and ask Mrs.Butterfield if she has one ?' 'Oh no, I'll go myself.' 'I'll run--it won't take me a minute!' She went out by the door that led into the house.