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Rh "How many days has he been here then?"

Mrs. Rooth reflected. "Oh, I don't know. Since he turned up they've passed so quickly."

"So far from 'minding' it I'm eager to see him," Sherringham declared; "and I can imagine nothing better than what you describe—if he isn't an ass."

"Dear me, if he isn't clever you must tell us: we can't afford to be deceived!" Mrs. Rooth exclaimed, innocently and plaintively. "What do we know—how can we judge?" she added.

Sherringham hesitated, with his hand on the latch. "Oh, I'll tell you what I think of him!"