"A letter will reach him in less than two days."
"Yes," said Glasson, and said no more.
"But a letter addressed to him at Meriton would, of course, be forwarded. So I conclude you wish to see him personally. Are you— pardon the question—a friend of his?"
"Not a personal friend, ma'am. I came to see him on a matter of business."
"From Bursfield," said Miss Sally, with a glance at the card.
It was a superstition with Glasson to tell the truth about trifles.
"From Plymouth, to be exact, ma'am. I have been indulging in a—er— brief holiday."
"Ah," thought Miss Sally to herself, "researching, no doubt!"
Aloud she said—
"Well, I am sorry, sir; but Monte Carlo's the address, and that's all I can do for you except to offer you some refreshment, and—yes, let me see—you are returning to-night?"