I am sure Mrs.Baske will excuse you the torture of uniform." With a sort of grumble, the invitation was accepted.

A little while after, Spence proposed to his friend a walk before sunset.
"Yes; let us go up the hill," said Mallard, rising abruptly.

"I need movement after the railway." They left the villa, and Mallard grew less restrained in his conversation.
"How does Mrs.Baske answer to your expectations ?" Spence asked him.
"I had seen her photograph, you know." "Where ?" "Her brother showed it me--one taken at the time of her marriage." "What is Elgar doing at present ?" "It's more than a year since we crossed each other," Mallard replied.
"He was then going to the devil as speedily as can in reason be expected of a man.

I happened to encounter him one morning at Victoria Station, and he seemed to have just slept off a great deal of heavy drinking.

Told me he was going down to Brighton to see about selling a houseful of furniture there--his own property.