The dazed girl accepted the coin.
"Shall I bring it to your laboratory?" she asked feebly.
Roderick turned a stern face upon her.
"Sanctum," he thundered, "there is no more laboratory, sanctum sanctorum—did they teach you Latin at school, Emma?"
"No, sir," she confessed, "that's the thing you do with compasses, ain't it?"
Mr. Nape shrugged his shoulders and walked slowly to the greenhouse.
V
As an unprejudiced observer of the fight that was destined to shake Brockley to its very depths, to set the blameless citizens at each other's throats, to divide families, and in one case (when the engagement of a certain A.M. and B.Y. was broken off in consequence) to alter the very destinies of the human race—an unprejudiced observer, I repeat, of Sir Harry Tanneur's attempt to purge Brockley of the foreign yoke—I quote the Lewisham and Lee Mail—I am free to confess that the honours lay with the ducal party.
This L. & L. Mail—Hank invariably and wickedly introduced aspirates into the abbreviation—was remarkably outspoken.
There will appear nothing extraordinary in this fact, when it is realized that Sir Harry had, on the very day the Duke returned, purchased the paper for a considerable sum in order to further his candidature in the division—and for other purposes.