"Because I am so surprised and disappointed about Dymchurch. I thought better of him. I took him for a philosopher."
"But Mrs. Toplady says the girl is charming, and very clever."
"That's a matter of opinion. Doesn't Mrs. Toplady strike you as something of a busybody—a glorified busybody, of course?"
"Oh, I like her! And she speaks very nicely of you."
"I'm much obliged. But, after all, why should she speak otherwise than nicely of me?"
Whilst Iris was meditating an answer to this question, the cab pulled up at a great shop. They alighted; the driver was bidden to wait; and along the alleys of the gleaming bazaar they sought a present suitable for Leonard Woolstan. To Lashmar it was a scarcely tolerable ennui; he had even more than the average man's hatred of shopping, and feminine indecision whipped him to contemptuous irritation. To give himself something to do, he looked about for a purchase on his own account, and, having made it, told Iris that this was a present from him to his former pupil.
"Oh, how kind of you!" exclaimed the mother, regarding him tenderly. "How very kind of you! Len will be delighted, poor boy."
They left the shop, and stood by the hansom.
"Where are you going to now?" asked Iris.
"Home, to work. I have to address a meeting at Hollingford on the 20th, and I must think out a sufficiency of harmless nonsense."