“Here's Sir Harry. Now we shall know. Sir Harry, pull those things down at once!”

Sir Harry Otway — who need not be described — came to the carriage and said “Mrs. Honeychurch, I meant to. I can't, I really can't turn out Miss Flack.”

“Am I not always right? She ought to have gone before the contract was signed. Does she still live rent free, as she did in her nephew's time?”

“But what can I do?” He lowered his voice. “An old lady, so very vulgar, and almost bedridden.”

“Turn her out,” said Cecil bravely.

Sir Harry sighed, and looked at the villas mournfully. He had had full warning of Mr.