There are no children, you know.

As a matter of fact, we have been married only seven months.

Before the date of my wedding the policy was in my uncle Ambrose's--the Rev.Mr.Smeer's--favour." "Ah, I see!" said Cleek reflectively.

Then fell to thinking deeply over the subject, and was still thinking of it when the motor whizzed into the stable yard at Wilding Hall and brought him into contact for the first time with the trainer, Logan.

He didn't much fancy Logan at first blush--and Logan didn't fancy him at all at any time.
"Hur!" he said disgustedly, in a stage aside to his master, as Cleek stood on the threshold of the stable, with his head thrown back and his chin at an angle, sniffing the air somewhat after the manner of a bird-dog.