he would not mind seeing Miss Tyrrell for just once more. He had not drawn her for several weeks.
"No," said Sophia, thoughtfully; "I see your objection—fifteen minutes is not enough, unless you could be sure of getting the successors to the last. But I have an idea, Peter,—if you draw out the whole balance of your time, you can't possibly help getting the right fifteen minutes somewhere or other. I think that's logical?"
"Oh, devilish logical!" muttered Peter to himself, who had reasons, which he could not divulge to her, for strongly disapproving of such a plan.
"The fact is, my dear," he said, "it—it's rather late this evening to go away for any time!"
"You forget," she said, "that, however long you are away, you will come back at exactly the same time you started. But you have some other reason, Peter—you had better tell me!"
"Well," he owned, "I might come across someone I'd rather not meet."
"You are thinking of the man that girl
