“Thank ye, Moggridge. What’ll you take?”
“Well, sir, champagne’s a thing as don’t often come in my way, and—”
“Come along,” said Barclay, and Mr Moggridge’s desires were satisfied.
“Not a bolt!” said Barclay to himself. “Who’s the woman? Well, I don’t want him to go. If he goes off he won’t meet my bill. He must be stopped, but how?”
He stood thinking for a few minutes, and then sat down and wrote a letter which he took out, and picking a boy from the idlers on the cliff, sent it to its destination.
Volume Two—Chapter Twenty One.
A Walk and a Drive.
Richard Linnell found a good deal of relief in his restless state of mind in taking long country walks, telling himself that he got away from his thoughts; but, on the contrary, he thought the more, and enjoyed his misery as some young men do whose love affairs go crooked.