Chester’s heart beat high with hope, and he waited for a few minutes, which seemed to be an hour. Then, telling the man to wait, he was going down the street, when a shout brought him back.
“Beg pardon, sir; you didn’t take my number,” said the driver, with a grin.
“No, why should I?” said Chester, wonderingly.
“So as to be able to find me agin if you forgets to come back, sir.”
“Oh, I see,” said Chester, smiling, and then placing a couple of coins in the man’s hand. “Don’t be afraid; I shall return.”
The opportunity had come, and without hesitation Chester went straight to the door and rang.
The butler answered the bell, after keeping him waiting some minutes, for it was not visiting time; and as soon as the man saw who it was he reddened a little and looked indignant.
“Take my card up to Miss Clareborough,” said Chester, quietly.
“Not at home, sir.”
“Look here, my man, I particularly wish to see your young lady, so have the goodness to take up my card.”