9/15 But he said there was something, and he wouldn't tell me what. Anyhow, you didn't do it, did you ?" "Probably not." "Come, I think you might tell me when I've confessed all my little sins to you." Mrs.Nevill Tyson was persistent, not because she in the least wanted to know, but because nobody likes being beaten. I don't suppose he knew himself. He was a scholar, not a man of the world. He could read any Greek poet, I daresay, who was dead enough and dull enough; but when a real live Englishman walked into his study, it seemed to put him out somehow. |