‘Never mind, my dear boy,’ retorted Noggs, clapping him on the shoulder. ‘I HAVE seen her. You shall see her. I’ve managed it all.’

“But don’t you find it leads to difficulties?” Hewet asked.

He seated himself more comfortably and coughed, evidently preparing to tell a long story.

‘It is I, Miss La Creevy,’ said Nicholas, putting down the box and looking in.