Anna came back into the sitting-room with a little sigh of relief. "Well, lad, supposing you read what the editor has to say?" was McClintock's suggestion, when the frolic was over. Moreover, she claims that this whole enterprise of hers is purely for the purpose of marrying an Englishman. But before he could say anything, the vehicle rolled to a halt. ToC Saint Giles's Round-house was an old detached fabric, standing in an angle of Kendrick Yard. Ah! I shall never forget the figure Jack cut on that occasion.