One man's sagacity is very much like any other man's sagacity.

And with you at hand--" Fyne, manifestly not attending to what I was saying, directed straight at me his worried solemn eyes and struck in: "Yes, yes.

Very likely.

But you will come--won't you ?" I had made up my mind that no Fyne of either sex would make me walk three miles (there and back to their cottage) on this fine day.

If the Fynes had been an average sociable couple one knows only because leisure must be got through somehow, I would have made short work of that special invitation.