"No; it will only trouble me, and it will not affect the result. I will wait till to-morrow."
So marked was the contrast between his cheerful and Mr. Moss' despondent mood that it really seemed as if it were his friend's fortune that was imperiled instead of his own. He was standing by the door, and hearing a knock, he opened it.
"I beg your pardon, sir," said a servant, "but this gentleman is below, and wants to see Mr. Moss."
Aaron took the card without looking at it, and handed it to Mr. Moss, who exclaimed:
"Dr. Spenlove!"
"Show him up," said Aaron to the servant.
"Had I not better see him alone?" asked Mr. Moss.
"If you have no objection," replied Aaron, "receive him here in my presence."
They both seemed to scent a coming danger, but Aaron appeared to hail it gladly, while Mr. Moss would rather have avoided it.
"A thousand apologies," said Dr. Spenlove to Aaron upon his entrance, "for intruding upon you, but hearing that Mr. Moss was here I took the liberty of following him. My errand is an urgent one."