The Doctor shook his hand, saying:
"Don't betray us, don't betray us;" and thus the very uncomfortable interview came to a desired end.
That night at dinner Dale was cross and in low spirits. His friends, perceiving it, forbore to express their views as to his last public utterance, and the repast dragged its weary length along amid intermittent conversation.
When the dessert was on the table, a note was brought for Dale. It was from the Squire.
Dear Bannister: I was very glad to see your letter in the Chronicle. Mrs. Delane joins me in hoping you will dine with us to-morrow en famille. Excuse short notice. The man waits for an answer—don't write one.
Yours truly,
George Delane.
"Say I'll come with great pleasure," said Dale, his face growing brighter.
"Where will he go with great pleasure?" asked Philip of Nellie Fane.