Then she said with most unexpected meekness, "I was
wrong. You always have the proper feelings, Radbolt."
"The fault was mine, entirely mine," Beaumaroy hastily interposed. "I
dragged in the old yarn, I led Mr. Naylor into telling it, I told you
about what I said to Mr. Saffron and how he took it. All my fault! I
acknowledge the justice of your rebuke. I apologize, Mr. Radbolt! And I
think that we've exhausted the interest of the Tower." He looked at his
watch. "Er, how do you stand for time? Shall Mrs. Wiles make us a cup of
tea, or have you a train to catch?"
"That's the woman in charge of the house, isn't it?" asked Mrs. Radbolt.
"Comes in for the day. She doesn't sleep here." He smiled pleasantly on
Mrs. Radbolt. "To tell you the truth, I don't think that she would
consent to sleep here by herself. Silly! But--the old story, you know!"
"Don't you sleep here?" the woman persisted, though her husband was
looking at her rather uneasily.
"Up to now I have," said Beaumaroy. "But there's nothing to keep me
here now, and Mr. Naylor has kindly offered to put me up as long as I
stay at Inkston.
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