“I say, guv’nor,” said Claud, who passed his tongue over his lips before speaking, as if they were dry, “you don’t think that, do you? It’s what the mater said.”
“No, no, impossible. Of course not. She couldn’t. I think, though, we may as well get back,” and for the moment he forgot all about the ladder planted against the sill.
And as they walked on they were profoundly unconscious of the fact that Garstang’s grave elderly clerk was following them at a little distance, and looking in every other direction, his employer having hurried him out with the words:
“See where they go.”
John Garstang then seated himself before the good fire in his private room, and began to think of the interview he had just had, while as he thought he smiled.
Chapter Twenty Eight.
Kate gave way most unwillingly, but felt obliged to yield to what she felt was a common-sense view of the question.
“If you write now we shall be having endless trouble,” said Garstang. “Your uncle will come here, and I shall be compelled to give you up.”