“Mr Hampton, I shall come in the morning and have a long talk with you.”
“You are staying in town?”
“I shall stay in town at Jay’s Hotel, Surrey Street.”
“Then you will be close to my chambers in Lincoln’s Inn. I will be there, and expect you at twelve.”
“And when shall I see Doctor Lawrence?”
“At twelve to-morrow, at my place.”
“Good-night, then; you, too, will shake hands.”
“As soon as you prove yourself to be George Harrington.”
“Quite right, sir. Good-night. You will show me the way out, granny.”
“And with a sorrowful heart, my dear,” said the old woman. “To think of my having to turn you away from your own old home.”