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What's up with YOU?" said Phipps.
Nothing--an altercation merely with that drunken ostler of yours. He
thought it was a plot to annoy him--that the Young Lady in Grey was
mythical. Judged from your manner. I've got a piece of raw meat to keep
over it. You have some news, I see?"
"
Did the man hit you?" asked Widgery.
Mrs. Milton rose and approached Dangle. "Cannot I do anything?"
Dangle was heroic. "Only tell me your news," he said, round the corner
of the handkerchief.
"It was in this way," said Phipps, and explained rather sheepishly.
While he was doing so, with a running fire of commentary from Widgery,
the waiter brought in a tray of tea. "A time table," said Dangle,
promptly, "for Havant." Mrs. Milton poured two cups, and Phipps and
Dangle partook in passover form. They caught the train by a hair's
breadth. So to Havant and inquiries.
Dangle was puffed up to find that his guess of Havant was right. In view
of the fact that beyond Havant the Southampton road has a steep hill
continuously on the right-hand side, and the sea on the left, he hit
upon a magnificent scheme for heading the young folks off. He and Mrs.
Milton would go to Fareham, Widgery and Phipps should alight one each at
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