Keeping away, just to see how I like it.

Sensible that, don't you think ?" Warburton nodded.

The conversation did not promise much vivacity, for Franks looked tired, and the visitor seemed much occupied with his own thoughts.

After a few words about a canvas which stood on the easel--another woman the artist was boldly transforming into loveliness--Will remarked carelessly that he had spent the day at Ashtead.
"By Jove, I ought to go and see those people," said Franks.
"Better wait a little, perhaps," returned the other with a smile.

"Miss Elvan is with them." "Ah! Lucky you told me--not that it matters much," added Franks, after a moment's reflection, "at all events as far as I'm concerned.