| A car stopped outside the Duck Hotel
and a young man got out. "Excuse me," the young man said to Mrs. Jenkins. "I'm
looking for my uncle, Mr. White. I think he is staying here." "He was staying here," Mrs. Jenkins said. "But I'm afraid that he went back to London yesterday." "Oh, dear," said the young man, looking sad. "His children told me he was going to stay here until the end of the month when I rang up his house." "Quite right," said Mrs. Jenkins. "He wanted to stay here the whole of July, as he always does. But yesterday someone called him on the phone to say that one of his friends was ill. So he caught the train back to London at once." "Well, since he isn't here, I won't wait any longer." The young man said. He thanked Mrs. Jenkins and went out. Mrs. Jenkins went to the window and watched him drive off. When his car could not be seen, she called out, "You can come out now, Mr. White. He's gone." Mr. White came out of the bedroom. He was waiting there. "Many thanks, Mrs. Jenkins," he said, laughing. "You did that very well. These nephews (侄子) of mine never give me any peace (安宁). That young man is the worst of them all. As you see, when he needs money, he even comes to the country to find me. Well, perhaps next time he won't tell me by writing me a letter." |