"Is it a bargain ?" The captain looked at him and deliberated.

"All right.

Mondays and Thursdays," he said, laconically.
Hardy saw through the ruse, and countered.
"Now Swann is ill I can't always get away when I wish," he said, easily.
"I'll just drop in when I can.

Good day." He opened the door and, fearful lest the other should alter his mind at the last moment, walked briskly down the path to the gate.

The captain stood for some time after his departure deep in thought, and then returned to the garden to be skilfully catechized by Miss Nugent.
"And when my young friend comes with his pipe you'll be in another room," he concluded, warningly.
Miss Nugent looked up and patted his cheek tenderly.