"Don't let Mewks in either," he rejoined. "I heard the door unlock and lock again: what did it mean?"
"Wait till to-morrow. Perhaps we shall find out then."
He was silent a little.
"I must get out of this house, Mary," he sighed at length.
"When the doctor comes, we shall see," said Mary.
"What! is the doctor coming? I am glad of that. Who sent for him?"
"I don't know; I only heard he was coming."
"But your lawyer, Mary—what's his name?—will be here first: we'll talk the thing over with him, and take his advice. I feel better, and shall go to sleep again."
All night long Mary sat by him and watched. Not a step, so far as she knew, came near the door; certainly not a hand was laid upon the lock. Mr. Redmain slept soundly, and in the morning was beyond a doubt better.
But Mary could not think of leaving him until Mr. Brett came. At Mr. Redmain's request she rang the bell. Mewks made his appearance, with the face of a ghost. His master told him to bring his breakfast.