You're a dilettante journalist by your own confession, Julian, and I am not going to be drawn." "There is something in it, then ?" "Maybe," was the careless admission.

"You're a visitor worth having, Julian.

'70 port and homegrown walnuts! A nice little addition to my simple fare! Must you go back to-morrow ?" Julian nodded.
"We've another batch of visitors coming,--Stenson amongst them, by the bye." Furley nodded.

His eyes narrowed, and little lines appeared at their corners.
"I can't imagine," he confessed.

"What brings Stenson down to Maltenby.
I should have thought that your governor and he could scarcely spend ten minutes together without quarrelling!" "They never do spend ten minutes together alone," Julian replied drily.
"I see to that.