And out he scuttled, glided after by Saunders, for whom he opened and shut the street door.
Never was a greater effect produced by a doctor's visit; patient and physician were made for each other. Dr. Aberford was the specific for Lord Ipsden. He came to him like a shower to a fainting strawberry.
Saunders, on his return, found his lord pacing the apartment.
“Saunders,” said he, smartly, “send down to Gravesend and order the yacht to this place—what is it?”
“Granton Pier. Yes, my lord.”
“And, Saunders, take clothes, and books, and violins, and telescopes, and things—and me—to Euston Square, in an hour.”
“Impossible,' my lord,” cried Saunders, in dismay. “And there is no train for hours.”
His master replied with a hundred-pound note, and a quiet, but wickedish look; and the prince of gentlemen's gentleman had all the required items with him, in a special train, within the specified time, and away they flashed, northward.