"You say," he said, "that he's likely to call here to-morrow morning."
"He's almost certain to. Except the day when he went to meet you at
Donard he has never missed paying me a visit."
"About four o'clock, I suppose, is his regular hour?"
"He has no regular hour," said Miss King. "He's quite unconventional.
He may drop in for breakfast, or he may turn up suddenly while we're
dressing for dinner."
"I hope he'll do one or the other. I don't want to sit waiting for him
all day. If he comes while I'm fishing you must bring him up the river
after me. By the way, how is your novel getting on, Milly? Have you
finished it off?"
"I've hardly done a stroke of work since I came here. I'm dissatisfied
with the whole thing. I'm thinking of beginning it again."
"If you do," said the judge, "put Meldon into it."
"I should like to."
"Do. Tell the story of his bribing the cook to poison me, and I'll buy
two hundred copies straight away. I've always wanted to be put into a
novel, and I should like to go down to posterity side by side with
Meldon."
"I wish I could."
"There's no difficulty that I can see. He'll do equally well for a
hero or a villain.
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