She still looked hard in my face. `I wish it was all over, and well over, Mr Gilmore -- and so do you.' With those words she left me.
Sir Percival most politely insisted on seeing me to the carriage door.
`If you are ever in my neighbourhood,' he said, `pray don't forget that I am sincerely anxious to improve our acquaintance. The tried and trusted old friend of this family will be always a welcome visitor in any house of mine.'
A really irresistible man -- courteous, considerate, delightfully free from pride -- a gentleman, every inch of him. As I drove away to the station I felt as if I could cheerfully do anything to promote the interests of Sir Percival Glyde -- anything in the world, except drawing the marriage settlement of his wife.