"Yes," she said, "everything; and they've thrown in two extra days for nothing."
"In that case," I said, "her duty is clear. She must sign it."
"Do you advise that?"
"I do," I said, "most strongly."
"Thank you so much," she said, "I'll do it at once," and before I could interfere she had sat down at the writing-table, produced a document, unfolded it and signed it.
"It is," she explained, "the agreement for letting Sandstone House, Sandy Bay. They made it out in my name."
"But this," I said, seizing the paper, "is madness. It is not worth the paper on which it is written."
"I did nothing," she said, "without your advice."
"I shall repudiate it," I said, "as having been obtained by fraud."
"Right-o," she said; "we leave for Sandy Bay on July 28th."