more's very different community as he rudely replied: "Then you measured this thing exactly half an hour ago!"
It was a long way to go back, but Mrs. Gracedew, in her seat, musingly made the journey, from which she then suddenly returned with a harmless, indeed quite a happy, memento. "Was I very grotesque?"
He demurred. "Grotesque?"
"I mean—did I go on about it?"
Mr. Prodmore would have no general descriptions; he was specific, he was vivid. "You banged the desk. You raved. You shrieked."
This was a note she appeared indulgently, almost tenderly, to recognise. "We do shriek at Missoura Top!"
"I don't know what you do at Missoura Top, but I know what you did at Covering End!"
She warmed at last to his tone. "So do I then! I surprised you. You weren't at all prepared———"
He took her briskly up. "No—and I'm not prepared yet!"
Mrs. Gracedew could quite see it. "Yes, you're too astonished."
"My astonishment's my own affair," he retorted—"not less so than my memory!"
