Then Sir Charles came down.
Suaby made Burdoch's keeper sign a paper to the effect that he had the baronet in charge, and relieved Suaby of all further responsibility.
Then Sir Charles took an affectionate leave of Dr. Suaby, and made him promise to visit him at Huntercombe Hall.
Then he got into the fly, and sat between two keepers, and the fly drove off.
Sir Charles at that moment needed all his fortitude. The least mistake or miscalculation on the part of his friends, and what might not be the result to him?
As the fly went slowly through the gate he saw on his right hand a light carriage and pair moving up; but was it coming after him, or only bringing visitors to the asylum?
The fly rolled on; even his stout heart began to quake. It rolled and rolled. Sir Charles could stand it no longer. He tried to look out of the window to see if the carriage was following.
One of the keepers pulled him in roughly. “Come, none of that, sir?”
“You insolent scoundrel!” said Sir Charles.
“Ay, ay,” said the man; “we'll see about that when we get you home.”