“Here? Then you’re not going out of York?”
“Not at first. I’ll let you know when I go where to send on the letters.”
“Mr John,” said the housekeeper, “the master’s turned you away. Isn’t that it?”
“Perhaps he’s got a reason for it. Good-bye, Mrs Jessop.”
“Oh, but Mr John—”
But John interrupted her with a kiss on her motherly cheek, and next moment was gone.