“The wounded man; where have they put him?”
“In his own room, sir.”
“Send a waiter to show me to his bedside. I am his uncle.”
“Indeed, sir? Certainly, sir. Come here, John. Show this gentleman to Number 10.”
A waiter stepped forward at the order, bowed and led the way followed by the General, up one flight of stairs, along a corridor, and to a chamber door.
“This is Number 10, sir,” John said, opening the door.
The veteran entered the room, and found himself face to face with Francis Tredegar, who had risen to see who the intruder might be.
“General Lyon!”
“Mr. Tredegar!”
Such were the simultaneous exclamations of the friends on so unexpectedly meeting.