'It would be a great thing for you,' said Uncle Bat.

'I'll write a note to-night, and you can take it with you.

Sir Jib is a rising man, and you'll regret it for ever if you miss the opportunity.' Now Sir Jib Boom was between seventy and eighty, and he and Captain Cuttwater had met each other nearly every day for the last twenty years, and had never met without a squabble.
After church they had their usual walk, and Linda's heart palpitated as she thought that she might have to undergo another _tete-a-tete_ with her lover.

But it palpitated in vain.

It so turned out that Alaric either avoided, or, at any rate, did not use the privilege, and Linda returned home with an undefined feeling of gentle disappointment.