The doctor nodded and drove off, while Syd walked slowly up to the house, and entered the dining-room just as his father and uncle came down, punctual to the moment.
“Ah, Syd,” said his father; “you are first.”
“Morning, boy, morning,” cried his uncle. “Been for a walk on deck?”
“No, uncle; I’ve been for a drive.”
“Drive! Drive!” said his father. “Who with?”
“Doctor Liss, father.”
Bang!
Sir Thomas’s hand made the coffee-cups rattle this time, as he said sharply—
“Harry, my lad, if I were you I should take this spark up to town and see Dashleigh at once. I’ll go with you.”
“Very well. And he can be measured for his kit at the same time, eh?”