Such hopes as he had tried to connect with the name of Lady Ogram might be the veriest dream, but for the moment no suggestion offered in any other quarter.
It would be better, perhaps, to write to Connie Bride before going down to Hollingford.

Yes, he would write to Connie.
Having breakfasted, he stood idly at the window of his sitting-room.
His lodgings were in Upper Woburn Place, nearly opposite the church of St.Pancras.He had read, he knew not where, that the crowning portion of that remarkable edifice was modelled on the Temple of the Winds at Athens, and, as he gazed at it this morning, he suffered from the thought of his narrow experience in travel.

A glimpse of the Netherlands, of France, of Switzerland, was all he could boast.

His income had only just covered his expenditure; the holiday season always found him more or less embarrassed, and unable to go far afield.

What Can one do on a paltry three hundred a year?
Yet he regretted that he had not used a stricter economy.