The only consideration that made him hesitate was the uncertainty whether, in view of the perishable nature of the things themselves, they would be worth very much to anybody if ever they were fished up.
"Austin," said Aunt Charlotte, two days afterwards at breakfast, "I have had another letter from Mr Ogilvie.

Of course I wrote to him when I heard first, saying how pleased I should be to see him whenever he was in the neighbourhood again; and now I have his reply.

He proposes to call here to-morrow afternoon, and have a cup of tea with us." "So the fateful day has come at last," remarked Austin.

"Very well, auntie, I'll make myself scarce while you're talking over old times together, but I insist on coming in before he goes, remember.

I'm awfully curious to see what he's like.