'Mine was a mere caprice after all.

It is linked with a reminiscence--there's the whole of it; but if you care for it, pray keep it.' 'I do care for it, and I will keep it.' It was a very peculiar smile that curled Walpole's lip as he heard this speech, and there was an expression in his eyes that seemed to say, 'What manner of man is this, what sort of nature, new and strange to me, is he made of ?' 'Bye-bye!' said Atlee carelessly, and he strolled away..