“My name is Bradley Headstone, sir,” he replied, backing into a more retired place.

“I ought to have remembered it,” said Mr. Milvey, giving him his hand. “I hope you are well? A little overworked, I am afraid?”

“Yes, I am overworked just at present, sir.”

“Had no play in your last holiday time?”

“No, sir.”

“All work and no play, Mr. Headstone, will not make dullness, in your case, I dare say; but it will make dyspepsia, if you don’t take care.”

“I will endeavour to take care, sir. Might I beg leave to speak to you, outside, a moment?”

“By all means.”