Arrived at his door he glanced around to stare absently at Quarren. The latter said, pleasantly:
"I don't suppose you meant to be offensive, Sprowl; you simply can't help it; can you?"
"What?"
"I mean, you can't help being a bounder. It's just in you, isn't it?"
For a moment Sprowl's hatchet face was ghastly; he opened his mouth to speak, twice, then jerked open his door and disappeared.
CHAPTER X
Quarren had been at Witch-Hollow three days when Dankmere called him on the long-distance telephone.
"Do you want me to come back?" asked the young fellow. "I don't mind if you do; I'm quite ready to return——"
"Not at all, my dear chap," said his lordship. "I fancied you might care to hear how matters are going in the Dankmere Galleries."