, Ruby?'

'I didn't mean nothing bad, Mrs Hurtle; only why couldn't he say what
he had to say himself, instead of bringing another to say it for him?
What would you feel, Mrs Hurtle, if a man was to come and say it all
out of another man's mouth?'

'I don't think I should much  if the  was well said at last.
You know he meant it.'

'Yes I did know that.'

'And you know he means it now?'

'I'm not so sure about that. He's gone back to Bungay, and he isn't no
good at writing letters no more than at speaking. Oh he'll go and get
somebody else now.'

'Of course he will if he hears nothing about you. I think I'd better
tell him. I know what would happen.'

'What would happen, Mrs Hurtle?'

'He'd be up in town again in half a jiffey to see what sort of a place
you'd got. Now, Ruby, I'll tell you what I'll do, if you'll say the
word. I'll have him up here at once and