And at four o'clock Lilly went off to the station.

He was a few minutes late, and saw Jim's tall, rather elegant figure stalking down the station path.

Jim had been an officer in the regular army, and still spent hours with his tailor.

But instead of being a soldier he was a sort of socialist, and a red-hot revolutionary of a very ineffectual sort.
"Good lad!" he exclaimed, as Lilly came up.

"Thought you wouldn't mind." "Not at all.