'Extremely trying, sir.'
'Dashed so. Have you any remedy to suggest?'
'Not at the moment, sir. Miss Pringle does appear to be distinctly interested in you, sir. She was asking me questions this morning respecting your mode of life in London.'
'What?'
'Yes, sir.'
I stared at the man in horror. A ghastly thought had struck me. I quivered like an aspen.
At lunch that day a curious thing had happened. We had just finished mangling the cutlets and I was sitting back in my chair, taking a bit of an easy before being allotted my slab of boiled pudding, when, happening to look up, I caught the girl Heloise's eye fixed on me in what seemed to me a rather rummy manner. I didn't think much about it at the time, because boiled pudding is a thing you have to give your undivided attention to if yo
