“I shall then,” administering the coup de grâce, “arrange a meeting between the Gunton-Cresswells and old Mrs. Goodwin.”
“Thank you,” said James, “but don’t bother. On second thoughts I will tell Eva about my income and the five years’ wait.”
“Thanks,” I said; “it’s very good of you. Good-bye.”
And I retired, chuckling, to Rupert Street.
CHAPTER 23
IN A HANSOM
(Julian Eversleigh’s narrative continued)
I spent a pleasant week in my hammock awaiting developments.
At the end of the week came a letter from Eva. She wrote:—
My Dear Julian,—You haven’t been to see us for ages. Is Kensington Lane beyond the pale?
Your affectionate cousin,
Eva.