Wilkins, but she's damn' good reading. I suppose that's why she ain't
cultured, Wilkins."
And now let us go back a little. In a word, let us utilise the next
twenty minutes--during which Miss Hugonin drives to the neighbouring
railway station, in, if you press me, not the most pleasant state of
mind conceivable--by explaining a thought more fully the posture of
affairs at Selwoode on the May morning that starts our story.
And to do this I must commence with the nature of the man who founded
Selwoode.