20/26 "Where is he ?" "Somewhere about the premises, I fancy," said Mr.Wilcox, dryly. When all argument failed he had still a chastened delight in mystifying the poor lady. "Oh, I see; you mean Captain Stanistreet." She smiled; for where Captain Stanistreet was Mr.Nevill Tyson was not very far away. Moreover, she was glad that she had on her nice ultramarine tea-gown with the green _moire_ front. (They were wearing those colors in town that season.) At Thorneytoft a few hours later Stanistreet's tongue was running on as usual, when Tyson pulled him up with a jerk. |