But it was in allusion to the sudden termination of the career of a man who drank heavily, and there was no arrière pensée as to the possibility of a quarrel between the two young men.
Chapter Twenty Seven.
The Doctor’s Opportunity.
About midday, on his return from visiting his patients, North looked rather black.
Perhaps it was the reflection from the sleek, superfine garments of his cousin, for that gentleman was walking slowly up and down on the lawn in front of the old Manor House, and in no way adding to the attractions of the quaintly-cut, well-kept place. “You here, Thompson!”
“Yes, my dear Horace; I had to come down on business to-day, and I thought you would give me a bit of lunch before I went on.”
“To see Mrs Berens?”
“Well—er—perhaps I may give her a call; but my business was with—dear me, how strange that you should take any interest in social matters that have nothing to do with the body!”