"That I am very glad you asked me here to give my advice on your collection," Thresk answered. "I was inclined yesterday to take a different view of your invitation. But I did what perhaps I may suggest that you should do: I accepted the situation."
He went across to Stella and took her hands.
"Oh, thank you," she cried, "thank you."
"And now"—Thresk turned to Dick—"if I might look at a Bradshaw I could find out the next train to London."
"Certainly," said Dick, and he went over to the writing-table. Stella and
Henry Thresk were left alone for a moment.
"We shall see you again," she said. "Please!"
Thresk laughed.
"No doubt. I am not going out into the night. You know my address. If you don't ask Mr. Hazlewood. It's in King's Bench Walk, isn't it?" And he took the time-table from Dick Hazlewood's hand.