TWO THOUSAND NEW WORDS.
I was not without my apprehensions either. For he means to start out next week with two thousand new words.
He’ll probably find that such hastily acquired information is not without its drawbacks.
But more again.
Vale, vale.
As ever yours,
Phil Enderby.
P. S. The Macs are gone to Bonn, where your uncle expects to find wonderful manuscripts. Not much fun for Kathleen though! And Terence will be bored to death. Why doesn’t O’Neill bring him back to Holland and show him Amsterdam and other towns?
CHAPTER VIII.
THE SURPRISES OF THE MAAS.
“Well, well!” ejaculated O’Neill irritably. “What an inveterate old gossip Enderby is, to be sure!
“Of course I got Terence back quite soon from Bonn, where he had nothing to do; and I gave him a splendid time sight-seeing in Haarlem and Amsterdam. I’ll tell you about that, another time.