"I know one or two of them, and the people there will tell us the rest."
"Then you mean to go with us?"
"Of course I do,—that is, if you will have me. You don't think I would leave you to go alone? Have you had any supper?"
"No. Would you like something, my dear?" said Percivale turning to me.
"I couldn't swallow a mouthful," I said.
"Nor I either," said Percivale.
"Then I'll just take a hunch of bread with me," said Mr. Blackstone, "for I am hungry. I've had nothing since one o'clock."
We neither asked him not to go, nor offered to wait till he had had his supper. Before we reached Printing-House Square he had eaten half a loaf.
"Are you sure," said my husband, as we were starting, "that they will take an advertisement at the printing-office?"
"I think they will. The circumstances are pressing. They will see that we are honest people, and will make a push to help us. But for any thing I know it may be quite en règle."