CHAPTER V.
THE GREYLE HISTORY If Copplestone had followed his first natural impulse, he would have laughed aloud at this solemnly propounded question: as it was, he found it difficult to content himself with a smile.
"Isn't it a little early to arrive at any conclusion, of any sort, Mr.
Chatfield ?" he asked.

"You haven't made up your own mind, surely ?" Chatfield pursed up his long thin lips and shook his head, continuing to stare fixedly at Copplestone.
"Now I may have, and I may not have, mister," he said at last, suddenly relaxing.

"What I was asking of was--what might you consider ?" "I don't consider at all--yet," answered Copplestone.

"It's too soon.

Let me offer you a glass of claret." "Many thanks to you, sir, but it's too cold for my stomach," responded the visitor.