“Presentiments when believed in, often fulfil themselves,” said Everage.
“However that may be, I so firmly believed that I should find the child, that I instructed his mother’s friends to encourage her hopes and keep up her expectations of seeing him, so that when I should bring him to her, she should not sustain a fatal shock of joy.”
By this time they had reached Wellington street, and at the request of Everage the cab was drawn up.
The poor gentleman got out.
“Give me your hand, Everage,” said Alexander; and holding it, he added, “I shall see you very soon, and remember, you are to have that Highland property.”
Everage pressed the hand of his magnanimous friend with a look more eloquent than words, and then turned and walked rapidly up Wellington street.
“Drive on,” said Alexander.
“Where now, sir?” inquired the cabman, touching his hat.
“Morley House, Trafalgar square.”
In a very few minutes the cab drove up to the hotel and stopped.