Jamie started, flushed and answered, in his nervous way:
"I'm very well, sir. Do you want Willie?"
"No; I want the Spanish gentleman who lodges here!"
"He's on the cliffs," said Jamie.
Mr. Dockett stayed a few minutes, then repaired to the cliffs.
He found Leicester walking up and down moodily with his hands locked behind him and his head bent upon his breast.
"Ah!" said Leicester, with a sullen and feverish eagerness. "You have just come in time. I was about to take the train for London. I am tired out beyond endurance of stopping here inactive and idle. I cannot endure the suspense, and I am determined to push everything to an issue now—at once!"
"Hem!" said Mr. Dockett. "In a hurry to get to Newgate, sir, I suppose."
"I care not," said Leicester. "I have considered the pain of such a position, and I do not think it would be more terrible than that which suspense and uncertainty now produce. Newgate, if it must be so. I cannot stay here longer."
Mr. Dockett nodded.