“Yes, sir.”
“Go directly then, to Moggridge’s, and arrange for a post-chaise and four to be at Prince’s Road to-night at—say eleven—no; half-past ten.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Pick good fast horses. Pack a light valise with a change; put my pistols in the pockets of the carriage, and you will be there ready to see me off. You understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“There’s—well, to be plain with you—a lady in the case.”
“I see, sir.”
“And, mind this; after we have started, you stay behind, and if there is any inquiry directly after, you volunteer information, and say we have taken the London Road. You understand?”
“Quite, sir.”
“There’s a sovereign for you. No: you’ll get drunk if I give it you now. I’ll give you five when I come back.”