'Very good, sir.'
Florence came back on Monday. I didn't see her till we were all having tea in the hall. It wasn't till the crowd had cleared away a bit that we got a chance of having a word together.
'Well, Bertie?' she said.
'It's all right.'
'You have destroyed the manuscript?'
'Not exactly; but—'
'What do you mean?'
'I mean I haven't absolutely—'