"Mr. Tinman had to give way."
"Really."
"But," Crickledon stopped work, "Mr. Tinman sold him a meadow."
"I see."
"Mr. Smith has been buying a goodish bit of ground here. They tell me he's about purchasing Elba. He has bought the Crouch. He and Mr. Tinman are always out together. They're over at Helmstone now. They've been to London."
"Are they likely to be back to-day?"
"Certain, I should think. Mr. Tinman has to be in London to-morrow."
Crickledon looked. He was not the man to look artful, but there was a lighted corner in his look that revived Fellingham's recollections, and the latter burst out:
"The Address? I 'd half forgotten it. That's not over yet? Has he been practicing much?"
"No more glasses ha' been broken."