"Well, he's disposed of."
"Yes, indeed," she sighed, in complacent ignorance.
"I must go and see her, you know," said Tom, wrinkling his brow.
Adela laughed.
"What'll she say to me?" asked Tom anxiously.
"Oh, she'll be very pleasant."
"I shan't," said Tom with sudden decision.
Adela looked at him curiously.
"You mean to—to give her 'a bit of your mind?'"
"Well, yes," he answered, smiling. "I think so; don't you?"