CHAPTER TWENTY.
A POLITE LETTER-WRITER.
Scarfe descended to the drawing-room, where he found Mrs Rimbolt alone.
"I am so sorry you are going," said she.

"Your visit has been greatly spoiled, I fear.

You must come to us at Easter, when we shall be in London, you know." "Thank you; I shall be glad to come.

I hope to find Percy well again.
I went to wish him good-bye just now, but was pretty abruptly denied admission, so I must ask you to say good-bye for me." "Dear me, it is very annoying.

I cannot understand the craze the boy has taken for this companion of his.