"Where shall you live?"
"Nowhere in particular for the minute. I shall roam and see all that's being done in my business and take John Best with me for a while. Then it depends. Perhaps, if things go as I expect about machinery, I shall ask you for a corner again in the autumn."
Mr. Waldron nodded; but he was not finding himself in complete agreement with Raymond.
"Always welcome," he said.
"Perhaps you'd rather not? Well—see how things go. Estelle may bar me. I'm at Bridport to-night and return to London to-morrow. But I shall be back again in a week."
"Shall you play any cricket this summer?"
"I should like to if I have time; but it's very improbable. I'm not going to chuck sport though. Next year I may have more leisure."
"You're at 'The Seven Stars,' I hear—haven't forgiven Dick Gurd he tells me."
"Did we quarrel? I forget. Seems funny to think I had enough time on my hands to wrangle with an innkeeper. But I like Missis Northover's. It's quiet."
"Shall I come in and dine this evening?"