joy to hold food al the moment. You will probably make a better lunch for your abstinence," said the Honorable John Rtiffin with philosophic detachment.
"How anybody can think about food, I can't imagine!" cried Captain Croome with the air of an enthusiast.
"You ought to be able to, with this evidence staring you in the face. I'm not only thinking about it; I'm eating it," said the Honorable John Ruffin, proceeding with his bacon.
By the time he had finished his breakfast Captain Croome had simmered down just enough to discuss intelligently the manner of Grizel's evasion. He was for motoring her out of London to some quiet Surrey village for their honeymoon. But the Honorable John Ruffin would not hear of it.
"Owing to the efforts of the common road-hog, the motor-car is so easily traced nowadays," he said. "But there is a practically unused station in London, called Fenchurch Street, from which nobody ever goes, though trains do. From there you can go to the village of Pitsea, and it will be weeks before your pursuers learn that there is a village called Pitsea, much less that you are there. Your
