'What is not good for the beehive cannot be good for the bee.'" "Yes, yes!" cried Dyce, eagerly.

"Thank you very much for reminding me; I had quite forgotten it." They were no longer alone in the library; two other men had strolled in, and were seated reading; on this account, Lord Dymchurch subdued his voice even more than usual, for he had a horror of appearing to talk pretentiously, or of talking at all when his words might fall upon indifferent ears.

Respectful of this recognised characteristic, Lashmar turned the conversation for a minute to lighter themes, then rose and moved away.

He felt that he had made an impression, that Lord Dymchurch thought more of him than hitherto, and this sent him forth in buoyant mood.

That evening, economy disregarded, he dined well at a favourite restaurant.
On the third day after posting his letter to Constance Bride, he received her reply.