Volume One—Chapter Eight.
Doctor Salado’s Magic.
“Take the good the gods provide you,” seemed to be Denis Rolleston’s motto, for he was very happy with Veronica, while the Doctor made off across the park, gave the bell at the open door a tremendous tug, and then waited till a serious-looking butler came to the front.
“Tell his lordship I want to see him directly.”
“Not at home, sir,” said the man stolidly.
“Tell his lordship I want to see him directly,” cried the Doctor sternly. “He’s in the library: I heard his laugh as I came up to the house.”
“But—”
“Stand aside, fellow!” cried the Doctor; and he marched in, flung open the library door, and shut it sharply, as Lord Pinemount rose from his chair pale with rage.
“Morning,” said the Doctor. “Sit down. I want a chat with you.”
He took a seat coolly, and looked critically at the angry man before him, who was breathless with passion.