“Captain Davis,” repeated Dunn, in a half voice to himself, as if to assist his memory to some effort,—“Captain Davis.”
“Just so,” said Grog, defiantly,—“Captain Davis.”
“Does his Lordship's letter mention I should have the honor of a call from Captain Davis, sir?”
“No; but as he's my own intimate friend,—a gentleman who possesses all my confidence,—I thought, indeed, I felt, the importance of having his advice upon any questions that might arise in this interview.”
“I 'm afraid, sir, you have subjected your friend to a most unprofitable inconvenience.”
“The match postponed till further notice,” whispered Grog.
“I beg pardon, sir,” said Dunn, not overhearing the remark.
“I was a saying that no race would come off to-day, in consequence of the inclemency of the weather,” said Grog, as he adjusted his shirt collar.
“Am I to conclude, then,” said Beecher, “that you have not any communication to make to me?”
“No, you ain't,” broke in Grog, quickly. “He don't like me, that's all, and he has n't the manliness to say it.”