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That was Varner, the mason he called me." He turned from the lad to glance at the girl, who was peeping curiously over the gate into the yews and cypresses. "Do you think your father's at the Library just now?" he asked. "Shall I find him there?" "I should think he is," answered Betty Campany. "He generally goes down about this time." She turned and pulled Dick Bewery's sleeve.
He hung about the club-house until past three o'clock, and then, being well acquainted with Mary Bewery's movements from long observation of them, set out to walk down towards Wrychester, leaving his bicycle behind him. If he did not meet Mary on the way, he meant to go to the house. Ransford would be out on his afternoon round of calls; Dick Bewery would be at school; he would find Mary alone.
"Aye, as if it was yesterday!" answered the old man with a smile. "Miss Bewery's marriage? why, of course!" "Who was she?" demanded Bryce. "Governess at the vicarage," replied Claybourne. "Nice, sweet young lady." "And the man she married? Mr. Brake," continued Bryce. "Who was he?"
Just within the wicket-gate entrance of Paradise there was an old monument wherein was a convenient cavity Dick Bewery's ready wits transformed this into love's post-office. In it he regularly placed letters for Betty: Betty stuffed into it letters for him.
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