The gentleman in coach-lace looked at his fellow, and then back at Harry, to answer—
“Station, sir; carriage not come back yet. Came ’ome and had early dinner, and ordered carriage at five.”
“No idea where he is gone?” said Harry, anxiously.
The gentleman in coach-lace looked at his fellow once again, before answering, while Ellen whispered to Harry, as she tightly clutched his arm, “Ask him again—again,” but there was no need.
“Paris, I think, sir,” said the man. “I shouldn’t tell any one, sir; but it can’t be wrong to tell you. Glad to see you here again, sir. Like dinner d’reckly?”
“No, no,” said Harry, hesitating. “Did you notice anything particular?—but what makes you say Paris?”
“Because he told me to look what times trains run from London Bridge to Newhaven, sir; and what time the Dieppe boat started. His hand shook so, sir, he couldn’t find out for himself.”
“Was he ill? Did you see anything particular in him?” said Harry, anxiously.
“Didn’t seem himself at all, sir; and did nothing hardly at dinner but drink wine, sir.”
“There, there!” whispered Mrs Richard, “I told you so; he is wild, and you must stop him, or he will—”