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other was once asked down here for the week-end and stayed for a fortnight. We----" "My _grandfather_," said Celia coldly, "_lived_ here." "Well, whatever it was," I said, "we must invent a proper reason. Peter, you might pretend you've come to inspect the gas-meter or the milk or something. Or perhaps Celia had better disguise herself as a Suffragette and say that she's come to borrow a box of matches. Anyhow, one of us must get to the front of the house to search for this walnut tree." "It--it seems rather cheek," said Celia doubtfully. "We'll toss up who goes." We tossed, and of course I lost. I went up the drive nervously. At the first turn I decided to be an insurance inspector, at the next a scout-master, but, as I approached the front door, I thought of a very simple excuse. I rang the bell under the eyes of several people at lunch and looked about eagerly for the walnut tree. There was none. "Does Mr.--er--Erasmus--er--Percival live here?" I asked the footman. "No, sir," he said--luckily. "Ah! Was there ever a walnut--I mean _was_ there ever a Mr. Percival who lived here? Ah! Thank you," and I sped down the drive again. "Well?" said Celia eagerly. "Mr. Percival _doesn't_ live there." "Whoever's Mr. Percival?" "Oh, I forgot; you don't know him. Friends," I added solemnly, "I regret to tell you there is _no_ walnut tree." "I am not surprised," said Peter. The walk home was a silent one. For the rest of the day Celia was thoughtful. But at the end of dinner she brightened up a little and joined in the conversation. "At Hilderton Hall," she said suddenly, "we always----" "H'r'm," I said, clearing my throat loudly. "Peter, pass Celia the walnuts." . . . . . I have had great fun in London this week with the walnut joke, though Celia says she is getting tired of it. But I had a letter from Peter to-day which ended like this:-- "By the way, I was an ass last week. I took you to Banfield in mistake for Hilderton. I went to Hilderton yesterday and found Hilderton Hall--a large place _with_ a walnut tree. It's a little way out of the village, and is marked big on the next section of the map to the one we were looking at. You might tell Celia." True, I might.... Perhaps in a week or two I shall. DEFINITIONS As soon as we had joined the ladies after dinner Gerald took up a position in front of the fire. "Now
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