"Leaving?" I said, with some force. "Why, we only got here yesterday."
He gazed at me in blank astonishment, the ladies also.
"Oh," he said, soothingly, "there must be some mistake."
"I am not aware of any," I answered, somewhat brusquely.
It was ludicrous, standing there in a bathing suit, discussing the matter under the gaze of three pairs of outraged female eyes, and a blazing sun.
"But, my good sir," said the old gentleman, "I have taken this cottage—it is Sandybank Cottage, is it not?" he asked.
"It is."
"Mr. Joseph Scorer's?"
"Yes."
