With trembling hand Roach rang the servants’ bell, and then drew a deep breath.
“That’s right, old man, pull yourself together. Think it’s going to be a lark, and after it a fortune for us both.”
“Yes, I’m going to be firm now,” growled Roach, hoarsely. “It’s our only chance, Orthur, so stand by me.”
“Like an iron post, old man. That’s the way, jolly’s the style. Here she comes.”
They caught a glimpse of the housekeeper at the side window, and directly after the door was open.
“Good-morning, ma’am,” began the butler.
“Good-morning, Mrs Barron, ma’am,” said Arthur.
She looked sternly from one to the other, without making way for them to enter.
“Why are you two men up in town?” she said harshly.
“Well, the fact is, ma’am, I had a little bit o’ business to do about my savings in the sweet threes, and as the gentlemen were all in Paris, and the ladies were not expecting any company, I made so bold as to ask Mrs James Clareborough to spare me till to-morrow night and let Orthur come with me, for I don’t like going through money matters without a witness.”