‘It’s a roundabout business. Eldon’s only way of recovering it is to bring an action against me. Then I shall have to go to law with Rodman.’
‘But how can he refuse? It is—’
She checked herself, remembering that words were two-edged.
‘Oh, he writes in quite a friendly way—makes a sort of joke of it. We’ve to get what we can of him, he says. But he doesn’t get off if I can help it. I must see Yottle on our way tomorrow.’
‘Keene wants me to write a book about New Wanley,’ he said presently.
‘A book?’
‘Well, a small one. It could be called, “My Work at New Wanley.” It might do good.’
‘Yes, it might,’ Adela assented absently.
‘You look tired. Get off to bed; you’ll have to be up early in the morning, and it’ll be a hard day.’
Adela went, hopeful of oblivion till the ‘hard day’ should dawn.