“Not the least, Major, not the least! I could tell it fifty times a day if I had such a listener as you.”
“You may send me half a dozen pairs of gloves, handkerchiefs, and—and—” Leslie hesitated, and then hastily added, “any thing else in your shop you think I would like.”
“Oh, you are such a good customer, Major Pierpoint,” said the pleased landlady; “I have just got in some new style India cravats which I think will suit you. Shall I send them to-night?”
“No, to-morrow at twelve.”
“But you leave town to-morrow.”
“Oh, true—true, I had forgotten. But never mind, madam, send them up, I think I shall be at home—yes, I am sure, quite sure I shall be at home! I have postponed my departure till the next day.”
“I will certainly send them.”
The Major lingered an instant over the glass case, and then buttoning up his overcoat, prepared to go.
“Good evening, Mrs. Phelps.”
“Good evening, sir.”