CHAPTER VIII.
"Do you know of any good house to let in or near the town ?" inquired Denzil of his sister the next morning, as they chatted after Toby's departure to business.
"A house! What do you want with one ?" "Oh, I must have a local habitation--the more solid the better." Mrs.Liversedge examined him.
"What is going on, Denzil ?" "My candidature--that's all.

Any houses advertised in this rag ?" He took up yesterday's _Examiner_, and began to search the pages.
"You can live very well with us." Denzil did not reply, and his sister, summoned by a servant, left him.
There was indeed an advertisement such as he sought.

An old and pleasant family residence, situated on the outskirts of Polterham (he remembered it very well), would be vacant at Christmas.

Application could be made on the premises.

Still in a state of very high pressure, unable to keep still or engage in any quiet pursuit, he set off the instant to view this house.