“Why not let my men row it back!” said the doctor.
“Because I did not like to impose on your kindness.”
“Then they may take it?”
“I shall only be too grateful,” said Sir James.
Nothing more was said till they had ordered and sat down to a snug dinner in the hotel, when Sir James opened the ball.
“Now, Grayson,” he said, “I happen to be a magistrate.”
“Yes, of course,” said the doctor uneasily.
“Well, then, I want to have a few words with you about those two boys.”
The doctor nodded.
“Your groom is with your protégé, and your old gardener has that other young scoundrel in charge.”