He now sat with
his legs stretched out, with his cane in his hands, looking down
upon the water. He was trying to think. He worked hard at
thinking. But the bench was hard, and, upon the whole, he was not
satisfied with his position. He had just made up his mind that he
would look up Tregear, when Tregear himself appeared on the path
before him.
'Tregear!' exclaimed Silverbridge.
'Silverbridge!' exclaimed Tregear.
'What on earth makes you walk about here on a Sunday morning?'
'What on earth makes you sit there? That I should walk here, which
I often do, does not seem to me odd. But that I should find you is
marvellous. Do you often come?'
'Never was here in my life before. I strolled because I had things
to think of.'
'Questions to be asked in Parliament? Notices of motions,
Amendments in Committee, and that kind of thing?'
'Go on, old fellow.'
'Or perhaps Major Tifto has made important revelations.'
'D--- Major Tifto.'
'With all my heart,' said Tregear.
'Sit down here,' said Silverbridge. 'As it happened, at the moment
when you came up I was thinking of you.
Pages:
393
394
395
396
397
398
399
400
401
402
403
404
405
406
407
408
409
410
411
412
413
414
415
416
417