Chapter Fourteen.
A Little Bit about the Past.
“Well, boys, glad to see you! Did Dr Justinian say anything to you about coming away to-night?”
“No, father; but—Dr Justinian—who do you mean?”
“Why, your law-maker and instructor. He spoke very seriously to me about breaking his laws and rules. Well, here you are. Come along. The dining-room is this way.—I have been very busy since I saw you, Singh. I have seen the cook and given him a good talking to, and he has promised us a regular Indian dinner, with curry.”
The Colonel laid his hand on Singh’s shoulder, and they passed out into the hall of the hotel.
As they were crossing, Morris entered from the other side, nodded and smiled to the boys, raised his hat to the Colonel, who stared at him, and then passing on, went up to the office to speak to the manager.
“Friend of yours, boys?” said the Colonel. “Yes, father; one of our masters.”
“Oh! What brings him here?”