"Holly Lodge is let again, Will, and Mr. Allen says the new gentleman keeps horses--because he's having the stables painted. You ought to send a circular at once, and make a call without delay."
Dale took his pipe out of his pocket, and spoke in an absent tone.
"I've been thinking what a rum world it is, Mav."
"Yes, but a very nice world, Will;" and she slipped her arm in his, as they walked on together. "No, not another pipe. Don't take the edge off your appetite with any more smoking. There's good roast beef and Yorkshire pudding waiting for you. That is, if Mary hasn't made a mess of everything."