“Well, we’ll go and see. You’ll stay with Frank Morrison, doctor?”
“Stay, sir? Yes, I will. Think I’m going to be dragged down here from Highgate for nothing? I’ll make Master Morrison play the shoddy-devil in his Yorkshire mill for something. He shall have such a bill as shall astonish him.”
“Here, fetch a cab,” shouted Dick to the man who answered the bell; and soon after the jangling vehicle was taking them to Wimpole Street.
It was four o’clock, and broad daylight, as the cab drew up at Captain Millet’s door, when, in answer to a ring which Dick expected it would take half an hour to get attended to, the door was opened directly by Vidler.
“You were expecting us, then?” said Dick, as the little man put his head on one side, and glanced from the young officer to his father, and back again.
“Yes, sir. Master said you might come at any time, so I sat up.”
“All right, father; they’re here. What time did they come, Vidler?”
“They, sir?”
“Yes—my sisters,” said Dick impatiently. “What time did they come?”
“Miss Renée came here about half-past ten, sir.”