Then he got up and went off in extreme haste to find his wife.
"My dear," he said to her in the carriage-way, "I must speak with you alone." She was just starting off for a drive with Mrs.Rodney.
"Bad news, Carney ?" she demanded, struck by his expression.

She was following him toward a remote corner of the approach.

He did not reply until they were seated, much nearer to each other than was their wont.
"Read that," he said, slipping the _Standard_ into her hands.

"Wot do you think of it ?" "My dear Carney, I don't know.

Would you mind telling me what I am to read ?" "The Medcroft thing.