'Nor I. Oh, Letty, if he has! We'll be married on Monday.'
'As this is Friday, couldn't you make it Sunday? Monday seems such a long way off. My dear Guy, first of all interview Mr Samuel Collyer. Then you'll learn the worst.'
'I am going to. Of course I had to see you first--'
'Of course.'
'But I wired to him that I'd call this afternoon.'
'Then call.'
And Mr Holland called.
CHAPTER II
[THE QUEST ORDAINED]
Mr Collyer's offices were in Pump Court, first floor front. Mr Samuel Collyer was a somewhat short and pursy gentleman of about fifty years of age, with a clean-shaven face, and a manner which gave such a varying complexion to the words he used as to cause it sometimes to be very difficult to make out exactly what it was he meant; an extremely useful manner for a solicitor to have. As with alert, swinging stride Mr Holland entered, Mr Collyer rose, greeting him with his usual stolid air, as if he had just looked in from across the road, instead of from the wilds of Africa.