Bonsor “bobbed” again.
“Don’t bob, man! Out with it!”
“You promised to let me have those estimates for the drainage of the water meadows.”
“Um! Fishpingle has them. They shall be sent up this afternoon.”
“Thank you, Sir Geoffrey. The coal has been ordered, a truck. Can you tell me what was paid for the last delivery, per ton?”
“No, I can’t. But I’ll let you know.”
“One more matter, Sir Geoffrey. The bill for the chancel repairs is heavier than I expected. If you could go over the accounts with Mr. Hamlin——”
“Later. Not to-day.”
“That is all, I think, for this morning.”
He rose, smiling, bobbed again, and went out. Sir Geoffrey raised hands and eyes to the ceiling.