It seems a probable solution of the affair, though." Mr.Weatherley nodded thoughtfully.
"It does," he admitted.

"I can quite imagine any one trying it on and Rosario defying him.

Just the course which would commend itself to such a man." "The proper course, no doubt," Arnold remarked, "although it scarcely turned out the best for poor Mr.Rosario." Mr.Weatherley distinctly shivered.
"Well, well," he declared, "you had better take out those invoices, and ask Jarvis to see me at once about Budden & Williams' account....

God bless my soul alive, why, here's Mrs.Weatherley!" A car had stopped outside and both men had caught a vision of a fur-clad feminine figure crossing the pavement.

Mr.Weatherley's fingers, busy already with his tie, were trembling with excitement.
His whole appearance was transformed.
"Hurry out and meet her, Chetwode!" he exclaimed.