“I won’t say more than is necessary—trust me for that.”
Bill and Peace returned to the front parlour. The gentleman who was its only occupant was introduced by our hero to the gipsy as a Mr. Whittock.
He bowed courteously to Rawton, and then resumed his conversation with Peace.
The conversation was confined chiefly to engineering matters, and a long discussion took place upon Peace’s various inventions.
It was evident that Mr. Whittock had a great opinion of Mr. Thompson, whom he frequently complimented. Bill listened, but said nothing.
Presently the gentleman rose to take his departure.
“I shall expect to see you to-morrow evening, Whittock,” said Peace. We will have a little music, supper, and a friendly game.”
“I shall be most delighted, I’m sure,” returned Whittock. “I have a friend stopping with me at present whose acquaintance I am sure you will be pleased to make. He has a son who is a beautiful singer. May I bring them with me?”
“Certainly; nothing would please me better. What is your friend’s name?”
“Mr. Harker. He is a capital fellow—knows almost everything, has been in all parts of the world, and is excellent company.”