“Really, Mr. Rokesmith, I can’t say what I consider them,” returned the young lady. “They are perfectly new to me, and may be founded altogether on your own imagination.”

“You will see.”

These same fields were opposite the Wilfer premises. The discreet Mrs. Wilfer now looking out of window and beholding her daughter in conference with her lodger, instantly tied up her head and came out for a casual walk.

“I have been telling Miss Wilfer,” said John Rokesmith, as the majestic lady came stalking up, “that I have become, by a curious chance, Mr. Boffin’s Secretary or man of business.”