That was all." The girl's glance, bold and challenging, suddenly shifted before Copplestone's steady look.

She half turned to Mrs.Wooler, and her colour rose a little.
"I've heard of that," she said, with an affectation of indifference.

"And as I happen to know a bit of Bassett Oliver, I don't see what all this fuss is about.

I should say Bassett Oliver took it into his head to go off somewhere yesterday on a little game of his own, and that he's turned up at Norcaster by this time, and is safe in his dressing-room, or on the stage.

That's my notion." "I wish I could think it the correct one," replied Copplestone.