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' Oh, sir ! I can never be grateful enough 

 to you. I quite deserve never to marry Phoebe, 

 but I don't know what I shall do if I couldn't 



marry her.' 



'I can quite sympathise with you,' said 

 Reginald, ' and I am sure that it would make 

 all the difference in the world. Now come and 

 look at the horses ; they are in the eighteen-stall 

 stable. You will have time to look them through, 

 and then you can go back in my cab, and have 

 dinner with Saunders at Portland Place. I 

 suppose you mean to go back to Eadbrook tOr 



night.' 



' Yes, sir, I promised Phoebe that I would 

 let her know, but she was quite certain that you 

 would help us. All that she was afraid of was 

 that you might be away.' 



After a look through the horses. Wadding 

 went back to Portland Place, dined with the 

 butler, and caught the three o'clock train from 

 St. Pancras to Bredford. He had arranged for a 

 lift back again from the station in the same 

 milk-cart, and on arrival at the top of Silver- 



