Only half-mollified, and yet anxious, in order to lull certain qualms of his own conscience, to believe that Mr. Hale's conduct had a tinge of Quixotism in it, Mr. Bell growled out--"Aye! And you don't know Milton. Such a change from Helstone! It is years since I have been at Helstone--but I'll answer for it, it is standing there yet--every stick and every stone as it has done for the last century, while Milton! I go there every four or five years--and I was born there--yet I do assure you, I often lose my way--aye, among the very piles of warehouses that are built upon my father's orchard. Do we part here? Well, good-night, sir; I suppose we shall meet in Harley Street to-morrow morning."
Only half mollified, Mr. Bell growled - 'Aye! And you don't know Milton. Such a change from Helstone! It is years since I have been at Helstone - but I'll answer for it, it is standing there yet, every stone as it has done for the last century, while Milton! I go there every four or five years, and yet I often lose my way. Do we part here? Well, good night, sir; we shall meet in Harley Street tomorrow morning.'