10/27 Yes, I think we are in for a spell of it." -- "Ah, good evening, Mrs.Royle! What wonderful ten-week stocks! I declare I cannot grow the like of them in my garden. And what a perfume! But it warns me that the dew is beginning to fall, and Brother Royle ought not to be sitting out late. We must run no risks, Nurse, after his illness ?" The Master appealed to a comfortable-looking woman who, at his approach, had been engaged in earnest talk with Mrs.Royle--talk to which old Brother Royle appeared to listen placidly, seated in his chair. |