“I suppose it will,” added Jekyl, mournfully.
“What a bore! It's particularly unpleasant for me, for I hold some half-dozen of George's acceptances, not due yet; and, of course, the governor will never think of acquitting them.”
“I conclude it is inevitable the meeting, I mean?” said Jekyl.
“To be sure it is. Onslow took care of that! By the way, Jekyl, how came she there at such an hour, and alone, too?”
“She had been shopping, I fancy, and missed the carriage. There was some blunder, I have heard, about the coachman drawing up at the wrong door.”
“No go, Master Jekyl. Don't try it on with me, old fellow. You know all about it, if you like to tell.”
“I assure you, my Lord, you give me a credit I don't deserve.”
“You know the whole story from beginning to end, Jekyl. I 'd back you against the field, my boy.”
The other shook his head with an air of supreme innocence.
“Then George knows it?” added Norwood, half asserting, half asking the question.