station."

"If you think" I began, but the next moment Jill had turned down
the drive, and I watched the three go curling out of sight.

When they returned, half an hour later, Berry unreservedly
withdrew his remark about the dressing-case, and the next day,
when Daphne suggested that Pomfret should bear a small basket of
grapes to the vicarage, he told her she ought to be ashamed of
herself.

From that day Pomfret was one of us.

And now, with three days left to learn my words, and a copy of
the play in my pocket, I drove forth into the countryside. When
I had idly covered about twenty miles, I turned down a little
lane and pulled up by the side of a still wood. I stopped the
engine and listened. Not a sound. I left the road and strolled
in among the trees till I came to where one lay felled, making a
little space. It was a sunshiny morning in October, and summer
was dying hard. For the most part, the soft colourings of autumn
were absent, and, as if loyal to their old mistress, the woods
yet wore the dear green livery, faded a little, perhaps, but the
more grateful because it should so soon be laid aside. The
pleasant place suited my purpose well, and for twenty minutes I
wrestled with the powerful little scene Jonah had written between
the Queen and Buckingham. By the end of that time I knew it
fairly well, so I left it for a while and stealthily entered the
old oak chamber- Act III, Scene I- by the secret door behind the
arras. After bringing down the curtain with two ugly looks, four