For most part of the next day Harold and Edith were closeted together, looking over manuscripts, discussing matters, and writing; while Richard Merton and his much-neglected spouse were left to themselves.
"Confound the fellow!" said the former, coming in, much heated, after a fruitless hunt after Harold. "He's never to be found when he's wanted. Between him and that girl, it seems I can go to the wall. I told him this morning that I wanted him to go through some stud matters with me; and he's gone off and left me to do it myself."
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