MissHalcombepromisedtocomplywithhisrequest。Hethankedher，noddedpleasantly，andleftus，togoandestablishhimselfinhisownroom。Asheopenedthedoorthecross-grainedgreyhoundpokedouthersharpmuzzlefromunderthesofa，andbarkedandsnappedathim。
`Agoodmorning’swork，MissHalcombe，’Isaid，assoonaswewerealone。
`Hereisananxiousdaywellendedalready。’
`Yes，’sheanswered；`nodoubt。Iamverygladyourmindissatisfied。’
`Mymind！Surely，withthatnoteinyourhand，yourmindisateasetoo？’