Richard smiled reticently.
"Well, I'll be off." Jenkins rose, and his eye caught Richard's little bookcase; he scanned the titles of the volumes.
"Oh! Likewise ah! Zola! Now we're getting at the secret. No wonder you're so damn studious. Zola, indeed! Well, so long. See you to-morrow. Give my love to the girl.... I say, I suppose you haven't got Zola in English, have you?"
"No."
"Never mind. So long."
CHAPTER XII
The little red-armed servant beamed an amiable recognition.
"Very hot day!" Richard said.