"Just put the fire together a little, Claude," said Mr. Grey, "I do not find that this talking is warm work."
Mr. Haveloc did as he was desired.
"Well now, I suppose you are contented," said Mr. Grey. "If you will ring for a taper, I will write this letter; it is growing very dark. I wonder what o'clock it is in the name of goodness?"
"I am not contented, Sir, by any means," said Mr. Haveloc ringing the bell; "but it is nearly seven, and you will not be able to write till after dinner."
"Bless me, and I am not dressed," said Mr. Grey, who in all his solitude never omitted that ceremony.
"Nor I, Sir," said Mr. Haveloc.
"You a lover," said Mr. Grey laughing. "Why, even Benedict brushed his hat o' mornings."
"If you would spare me another minute," said Mr. Haveloc.
"I am sure, Claude," said Mr. Grey, "I have given you reasons enough. It is not my fault if you will not apply them."
"They are very excellent," said Mr. Haveloc; "but certainly an absence of six months would answer every purpose."