"At the abbey by now. He went in the auto with his uncle and aunt."
"How did you meet Spennie?"
"Oh, I did a very trifling Good Samaritan act, for which he was unduly grateful, and he adopted me from that moment."
"How long have you been living in England, then? I never dreamed of you being here."
"I've been on this side about a week. If you want my history in a nutshell, it's this. Rich uncle. Poor nephew. Deceased uncle. Rich nephew. I'm a man with money now. Lots of money."
"How nice for you, Jimmy. Father came into money, too. That's how I come to be over here. I wish you and father had got on better together."
"Your father, my dear Molly, has a manner with people he is not fond of which purists might call slightly abrupt. Perhaps things will be different, now."
The horse gave a sudden whinny.
"I wish you wouldn't do that sort of thing without warning," said
Jimmy to it plaintively.
"He knows he's near home, and he knows it's his dinner time. There, now you can see the abbey. How do you like it?"