"She may run away as much as she likes, but I _will_ yet, you go bail, I
will."
He was covered with dust and wanted to wash, so I rang for a maid, who
told me that Mr. and Mrs. Eastcliff's rooms had been prepared for Mr.
Conrad. This announcement (though I tried to seem unmoved) overwhelmed
me with confusion, seeing that the rooms in question almost communicated
with my own. But Martin only laughed and said:
"Stunning! We'll live in this wing of the house and leave the rest of
the old barracks to the cats, should we?"
I was tingling with joy, but all the same I knew that a grim battle was
before me.