The difficulty of keeping up a conversation with that being exhausted Mrs.Fyne herself, who had come to the table armed with adamantine resolution.

The only memorable thing he said was when, in a pause of gorging himself "with these French dishes" he deliberately let his eyes roam over the little tables occupied by parties of diners, and remarked that his wife did for a moment think of coming down with him, but that he was glad she didn't do so.

"She wouldn't have been at all happy seeing all this alcohol about.

Not at all happy," he declared weightily.
"You must have had a charming evening," I said to Fyne, "if I may judge from the way you have kept the memory green." "Delightful," he growled with, positively, a flash of anger at the recollection, but lapsed back into his solemnity at once.

After we had been silent for a while I asked whether the man took away the girl next day.
Fyne said that he did; in the afternoon, in a fly, with a few clothes the maid had got together and brought across from the big house.