‘I think we shall be too many. I will go another day,’ replied Coningsby.
So they went without him. They found Millbank up and reading.
‘Well, old fellow,’ said Buckhurst, ‘how are you? We should have come up before, but they would not let us. And you are quite right now, eh?’
‘Quite. Has there been any row about it?’
‘All blown over,’ said Henry Sydney; ‘C*******y behaved like a trump.’
‘I have seen nobody yet,’ said Millbank; ‘they would not let me till to-day. Vere looked in this morning and left me this book, but I was asleep. I hope they will let me out in a day or two. I want to thank Coningsby; I never shall rest till I have thanked Coningsby.’
‘Oh, he will come to see you,’ said Henry Sydney; ‘I asked him just now to come with us.’
‘Yes!’ said Millbank, eagerly; ‘and what did he say?’
‘He thought we should be too many.’
‘I hope I shall see him soon,’ said Millbank, ‘somehow or other.’