“You’ll come home with me,” he said; but Dick shook his head.
“Not now,” he said coldly; “another time. Come, father.”
The old man shook hands heartily with his son-in-law, and whispered:
“Dick’s a bit put out, my dear John; but it’s all right. I’ll put it all straight. I’ll bring him on to-night.”
Huish nodded, and shook hands then with the doctor and Miss Stonor.
“Good-bye, doctor; a thousand thanks! Miss Stonor, you’ll excuse me. I am most anxious to get home.”
Miss Stonor nodded and smiled, and Huish was turning away, when the doctor said:
“Run up and see me again soon.”
Huish nodded assent and turned away, hailed the first hansom, and jumped in, the man smiling at him in a friendly way.
“Home, sir?” he said.