"I am walking into the town. Come with me."
The Mayor wavered. The Squire stood and waited for him.
"I didn't think of goin' yet, Mr. Delane, sir."
Dale watched the encounter with a smile.
"Your wife will expect you," said the Squire. "Come along."
The Mayor rose, ignoring Johnstone's grin and the amusement on the faces of the company.
"I'll come and look you up," said Dale, pressing the Squire's hand warmly. "Oh, it's all right. Tastes differ. I'm not offended. I'll come some day this week."
He showed them out, and, returning, said to the Doctor, "Roberts, you'll get into trouble."
"Nonsense!" said the Doctor. "What business is it of his?"