“There was no one there, of course,” observed Mr. Batchel.
“No!” replied the D.P.G.M., “there was not; and the discrepancy was too much for me. I hope you will pardon the abruptness of my departure.”
“Certainly,” said Mr. Batchel, “discrepancies are always embarrassing.”
“And you will allow me one day to resume our discourse upon the subject of National Insurance,” he added, when he shewed his visitor to the door.
“I shall not have much leisure,” said Mr. Batchel, audaciously, taking all risks, “until the Greek Kalends.”
“Oh, I don’t mind waiting till it does end,” said Mr. Mutcher, “there is no immediate ’urry.”
“It’s rather a long time,” remarked Mr. Batchel.
“Pray don’t mention it,” answered the Deputy Provincial Grand Master, in his best manner. “But when the time comes, perhaps you’ll drop me a line.”