"And you are going down to-morrow ?" "Yes," said Frank.
"Going home ?" murmured the Dean, inscribing Frank's name in his neat little handwriting.
"No," said Frank.
"Not ?...

To London, perhaps ?" "Well, not exactly," said Frank; "at least, not just yet." Mr.Mackintosh blotted the book carefully, and extracted the _exeat_.
He pushed it gently towards Frank.
"About that auction!" he said, smiling indulgently; "I did want to have a word with you about that.

It was very unusual; and I wondered....

But I am happy to think that there was no disturbance....

But can you tell me exactly why you chose that form of ...