It was Mr Armstrong in his flannels.

He looked somewhat alarmed to find Miss Rosalind in possession.

Still more to perceive that she proposed to remain where she was.

His impulse was to make a feeble excuse and say he would call again.

But his courage revived on second thoughts.
"Ah, Hodder," said he, after saluting the young lady, "what's all this about turning you out of your cottage! What a notion to get into your head!" "You may call it a notion, Mr Armstrong," said the old man, "but what about this here piece of paper ?" And he produced a blue legal document.
Mr Armstrong put up his eye-glass and read it, with a face which, as Rosalind furtively glanced upwards, seemed inscrutable.