“Oh, of course not!” said Tregenna, making a note in his book.
“Advising you on the purchase of machinery. Long consultation—thirteen and four,” said Geoffrey, dryly.
“Oh, no, Mr Trethick,” said Tregenna, closing the book with a snap, “I shall be satisfied with my fifty pounds cheque.”
“When you get it, Tregenna,” said Mr Penwynn, laughing.
“When I get it—cashed,” replied Tregenna.
“By the way, Tregenna, would you mind coming into the study a minute or two? There’s one little point I should like to discuss with you,” said Mr Penwynn, rising. “Rhoda, my dear, Mr Trethick would, perhaps, like a little music.”
“I think I’ll be going,” said Geoffrey, rising.
“No, no, don’t go yet,” said the banker.
“I’m going your way presently,” said Tregenna; and Geoffrey sat down again as the banker and the solicitor left the room.
“I hope you are beginning to like Carnac better, Mr Trethick,” said Rhoda quietly.