to eat it he can get it?"

"Well--but you promise to help him in the other way? You needn't
say very bad things; just a smile, a hint--"

"I quite understand," said Bertha, nodding.





CHAPTER 13




Warburton had never seen Godfrey Sherwood so restless and excitable
as during these weeks when the business in Little Ailie Street was
being brought to an end, and the details of the transfer to Bristol
were being settled. Had it not been inconsistent with all the
hopeful facts of the situation, as well as with the man's temper,
one would have thought that Godfrey suffered from extreme
nervousness; that he lived under some oppressive anxiety, which it
was his constant endeavour to combat with resolute high spirits. It
seemed an odd thing that a man who had gone through the very real
cares and perils of the last few years without a sign of
perturbation, nay, with the cheeriest equanimity, should let himself
be thrown into disorder by the mere change to a more promising state
of things. Now and then Warburton asked himself whether his partner
could be concealing some troublesome fact with regard to