“May I come in?”
Volume One—Chapter Twenty Three.
A Little Cloud.
“Yes; come in Mr Harley,” and the tall, stern-looking Resident entered the room with the free at-home-ness of people living out at a station where circumstances force the Europeans into the closet intimacy.
“Is anything the matter?” exclaimed the doctor’s wife, as she saw his anxious face.
“Well, not yet,” he said; “but I must confess to being a little nervous about something that has happened. Don’t go away, Bolter.”
“Only going to make a few preparations for a run out. Back directly.”
“No, no,” said the Resident; “you would oblige me by staying. I think, Bolter, you will have to give up all thought of going out at present.”