"That is--would you like to see one of those--those little odes of mine ?" "Yes, certainly, if you like," she answered frankly, and then laughed.
"Of course I would.

Good-night." He turned and fled.

The vicar was waiting for him, and eyed him rather curiously as he came back.

Mr.Juxon was standing in the middle of the road, making Stamboul jump over his stick, backwards and forwards.
"Good-night," he said, pausing in his occupation.

The vicar and John turned away and walked homewards.